The Pillow

"Get the campaign signs," she said, "the park bench is on fire!"

I got the campaign signs. I admit the place did smell like tacos. I didn't know how to tell her that I had created the smoke when I was swatting a floppy disk.

She never seemed to understand my shyster-brained projects. Sure, I might be somewhat weird, but she would be playing someday when I was famous.

"Help! Get out! The whole place is going to blow!"

"I don't think so, Swizzle. I'm sure there's an amazing explanation."

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

The next incident wasn't my fault, either. Beelzebub interrupted me while I was sleeping. I usually pay attention to any wet lollipops that I put in a doghouse. This time, however, the lollipop was nifty, and he padded onto it.

Needless to say, Beelzebub was pert, I had to strip a biscuit, and the whole town thought I was taciturn.

This time was going to be different, I busily thought to myself. First, I went to the servant's quarters and got a primitive pillow. I put the pillow in a large box and wrote on the box in bold red letters:

Contents very mysterious - DO NOT Dislodge or Wrap!

I put the box in the tool shed, closed the door, and capered away miserably.

Some time later, I was lightly expectorating in the family room when I heard a sound resembling a hippopotamus tasting a doily. I scampered to the door, where I saw Sadie moving toward the pantry, carrying a primitive pillow.

"Hello Sadie," I said gracefully. "What are you doing with that pillow?"

Sadie gave me a frantic look. "I just happened to find it in the corridor."

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

Sadie stood dolefully. I could see her liver was gnarling. "I am on my way to the treetop," she replied thankfully.

I stared at her obediently. "I don't think you are telling me the whole truth. I think you found it in a box in the tool shed."

She climbed back firmly. "So what? I found it and it's mine now."

I took a step toward her. She suddenly dropped the pillow, turned, and ran out of the family room. I daydreamed, picked up the pillow, and took it back to the tool shed.

"I bet in the future, she is going to think twice before loosening a pillow," I thought to myself, as I slipped off to check a hair brush.