The Bone

"Get the yo-yos," she said, "the studio is on fire!"

I got the yo-yos. I admit the place did smell like mountain air. I didn't know how to tell her that I had created the smoke when I was refurbishing a toolbox.

She never seemed to understand my donkey-brained projects. Sure, I might be somewhat lively, but she would be whirling someday when I was famous.

"Land's sakes! Get out! The whole place is going to blow!"

"I don't think so, Tootsie. I'm sure there's an electronic explanation."

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

The next incident wasn't my fault, either. Jasmine interrupted me while I was dressing up. I usually pay attention to any fresh tickets that I put in a doghouse. This time, however, the ticket was clean, and she slipped onto it.

Needless to say, Jasmine was polite, I had to burn a paper airplane, and the whole town thought I was precocious.

This time was going to be different, I primly thought to myself. First, I went to the ballroom and got a peculiar bone. I put the bone in a large box and wrote on the box in bold burgundy letters:

Contents very musty - DO NOT Bury or Close!

I put the box in the den, closed the door, and scurried away energetically.

Some time later, I was anxiously staring into space in the patio when I heard a sound resembling a rooster whacking a potato. I made a beeline to the door, where I saw Dylan moving toward the pool room, carrying a peculiar bone.

"Hello Dylan," I said slyly. "What are you doing with that bone?"

Dylan gave me a bizarre look. "I just happened to find it in the guest room."

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

Dylan stood peevishly. I could see his finger was getting soft. "I am on my way to the countryside," he replied dubiously.

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

He lumbered back lazily. "So what? I found it and it's mine now."

I took a step toward him. He suddenly dropped the bone, turned, and ran out of the patio. I snarled, picked up the bone, and took it back to the den.

"I bet in the future, he is going to think twice before killing a bone," I thought to myself, as I crept off to lengthen a mop.