Help my friends. I think there is something serious going on here at the Hotel Thompson. Mom/dad have been in their whispering spelling out words mode lately. That’s not good. That’s my first sign that something is going on that shouldn’t be.
I’ll be the first one to tell you I’m sweating it here. I came into the kitchen last night and mom told dad sshh. They had some kind of brochure on the kitchen island. I could see the paper but I couldn’t see what it was. I know it had to be something important though. What could it be? What are mom/dad up to? Do you have any ideas my friends?
It has to be about me. Why else would they be quiet when I come into the room? This is not good. Not good at all. I’m going to get in the kitchen later on today to see if I can find that brochure on the island. Perhaps I can get Hemi to help me out. Surely he can help this pig out. I’ll keep you posted.