Oh there a clever lot these Wassermans. Downright crafty they is...
I thought I'd do me a little reconnoitering seeing as Bucky was still recuperating from his round about experience with the dryer the other day. He ain’t quite been the same… seems a little bit unsteady on his feet to me.
Anyway I put on me best sneaking outfit which is all black. I even got me some black sneakers. I love sneakers. I love anything what’s got sneak in the name. So I come at the Wassermans from the back of the house through the small woods all crafty like.
I stepped right over Tank who was snoozing right on his ball. I edged around the corner of their garage and scoped out the front yard like one of them ninja blokes. I crouched down in the bushes waiting to see who might come and go from this here suburban abode of light and goodness… yuk!
“Hi Aimless.”
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I screams just like a little girl and falls out of the bushes like a rank amateur.
Sara the little blonde girl was standing behind me looking all sweet and cute as a button and I was caught flat footed all sprawled out on the ground.
“I was looking for Bucky. I ain’t seen him in a bit.”
“The last I saw him he was headed to your house Aimless.”
“Oh… Right… well then.”
“Ball! Ball! I got a ball! Wanna play ball!? I love the ball! Do you want to play ball,” Tank said with his tail wagging like the prop on an airplane.
“Tank wants to play ball Aimless. Lets play some ball,” Sara says.
Me sneakin’ skills are going to hell. I’m going to hell. They’re going to find out about this and send me straight back to detention. Pah!
... we did have a good game of catch though.
- Aimless
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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