Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Close Call for a slipper
"What do you think, Bro? Where are we? Look at those big, dogs out there. One has horns. "
"I don't know little sister, all I remember is being put in a box and then it was dark. I know one thing. This isn't the same place we lived in before."
"Do you think the new lady will wear us? "
"Probably not 'till it gets cold. She looks like someone who goes barefoot a lot."
" Oh. Well..., I haven't seen any cats. Do you think they have cats, Bro?"
"Don't know. I did hear a dog bark though. "
"Maybe they sent the big white one with us."
"I don't think so."
" They liked that white dog, didn't they? They wouldn't have given him to someone else."
"Ya, that's true. But I'm sure I hear a dog bark. Hold on . She's moving us into another room. Hey, don't throw us around like that! What the...., hey Sis, I fell off . I'm down here on the floor."
"I see you. Are you all right? Oh ...., what's that. Bro, watch out! Behind you...., it's....,oh no...., it's a dog."
" Help! Help! A dog is attacking my brother. Stop, you bad dog. Don't you hurt my brother. Stop!"
"Sis, quick, throw a pillow at it. Ahggg..., Ou..., Hey, stop, you mutt. Get off of me. You're lucky I'm just a slipper and not a real monkey. Sis..., don't just lay there, throw something. Sis?....."
"I don't know what to do. Bad dog!..., stop...., "
"Hey, watch the ears. OOf!.... Sis, I could use a little help, here."
"Some one's coming Bro........, oopsy daisy."
"That was a close call. I never want to be that close to losing my stuffing again."
" I'm pretty sure it was a dog. It was so little and fast.I was just so scared."
"YOU were scared. I was the one on the floor! Look at me. I have dog hair and saliva all over me. My tie is crooked. I think part of my nose is missing. I'm lucky to have my eyes and ears attached."
" I'm sorry Bro, I just didn't know what to do. I think we're safe now.
"I hope so. This looks like a closet. That lady put us on a shelf and she took that little monster out with her. I think were are safe, for a while."
"I don't want to be a slipper anymore."
"Because I just feel vulnerable and used."
"Tell me about it."
"That was a close call wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was Sis."
"Are you sure you're OK?"
"I will be when I think of some way to keep our stuffing."
"Could we become real monkeys?"
"Maybe..., just maybe."
Will this story continue? Is there hope for a couple of slippers in a house with a little dog? Can monkey slippers become real monkeys? Stay tuned....