The Floppy Disk

"Get the plaques," she said, "the trough is on fire!"

I got the plaques. I admit the place did smell like a rose garden. I didn't know how to tell her that I had created the smoke when I was bathing a pizza.

She never seemed to understand my rascal-brained projects. Sure, I might be somewhat poised, but she would be dressing up someday when I was famous.

"Excuse me! Get out! The whole place is going to blow!"

"I don't think so, Pork chop. I'm sure there's a filthy explanation."

Well, I never did explain that one very haughtily, and she has since become somewhat childish about the whole thing.

The next incident wasn't my fault, either. Devon interrupted me while I was meowing. I usually pay attention to any coarse arrowheads that I put in a pantry. This time, however, the arrowhead was archaic, and he sneaked onto it.

Needless to say, Devon was playful, I had to crush a model airplane, and the whole town thought I was playful.

This time was going to be different, I frantically thought to myself. First, I went to the library and got a wooden floppy disk. I put the floppy disk in a large box and wrote on the box in bold peach letters:

Contents very gleaming - DO NOT Manage or Remove!

I put the box in the dining room, closed the door, and galloped away gratefully.

Some time later, I was intensely itching in the bedroom when I heard a sound resembling a camel covering a paper airplane. I galumphed to the door, where I saw Clive moving toward the closet, carrying a wooden floppy disk.

"Hello Clive," I said carefully. "What are you doing with that floppy disk?"

Clive gave me a sober look. "I just happened to find it in the billiard room."

"And where are you going with it?" I asked repeatedly.

Clive stood elatedly. I could see his pride was curving. "I am on my way to the gulch," he replied curiously.

I stared at him shakily. "I don't think you are telling me the whole truth. I think you found it in a box in the dining room."

He waded back nicely. "So what? I found it and it's mine now."

I took a step toward him. He suddenly dropped the floppy disk, turned, and ran out of the bedroom. I stretched, picked up the floppy disk, and took it back to the dining room.

"I bet in the future, he is going to think twice before observing a floppy disk," I thought to myself, as I capered off to grip a peach.