There’s one room in the entire house that is off limits to this spoiled little pig. It’s mom and dads office/work out room. They say there’s too many things in there that I can get into – I don’t know what they mean by that – looks around innocently.
This weekend, the door was slightly ajar. I looked in the kitchen and there was no mommy. I could hear dad in the shower singing. I looked down the hall and the purr things were asleep in the bedroom. I thought what the heck and pushed the door with my snout. I didn’t go in at that time. I just opened the door. Nothing wrong with that, right.
There was a huge machine against one wall. It had long arms on both sides, was black and looked like there some kind of walking rubber thing on the bottom. Dad says during the week when he comes in this room he rides the beast. He comes out all sweaty. This has to be the machine that dad calls the beast. It didn’t look too scary to me… just big. I wasn’t interested in that… it involves sweat, huffing and puffing. Not my kind of idea of a good time. But still I didn’t go into the forbidden zone.
I looked to the right and got a little startled. There was a giant Mickey Mouse standing there looking at me – I thought I had gotten caught until I realized that it was a big stuffed animal. Nice though, I liked it’s big yellow shoes. I could have fun playing with that. It made like 4 times little ole me. But still I didn’t go into the forbidden zone.
I saw a floor fan. Seen those before. Nothing interesting there.
I saw a bag full of books. Seen those before. Nothing interesting there unless deviled Bacon comes out in a destructive mood and wants to do a little confetti shredding. Not interested in that today.
Then, I saw it. OMP! (Oh my pig!). I whimpered, snorted, crackled like a rooster and told my little legs not to fail me now. I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom and jumped in my little crate. That’s where my mommy found me shaking when she came in from outside.
It was a scary thing I saw in that forbidden room. I will *never* venture or peek in there again. In fact, I think when I past that door, I may walk a little faster. Shivers – the thoughts of what could happen. Dad might get a wild hair up his bum and do that to me! I better be extra good to him for a while. Oh, you’re asking what do you see?
Scary isn’t it?
I guess that was the one fish that didn’t get away.
I guess dad was the Fish Whisperer that day.
I guess he didn’t exaggerate on the size of this one.
I guess this Fish Tail was true.
I guess this Fish trembled at the sound of dad’s name.
I guess he was right when he says good things come to those who bait.
I guess he can give up his books Hooked on Fishing and Fishing for Dummies.
I guess that solves the problem of To Fish or Not To Fish – that is the question.
Okay – snort – enough fish one liners – hope you enjoyed them 🙂