Constance woke up with a hoot. Today was her birthday! She was going to have a lot of fun today. First, she would dress up in a false moustache and a pair of toe shoes. Then, she would run downstairs to see if the guest room was decorated and ready for the party. They had invited six of her closest friends. When everyone arrived, they would spend three hours playing fun games like billiards and follow the leader. Her dad was planning to make plenty of scrambled eggs and dirty rice for everyone. Constance would try to blow out all seventeen candles on the sparkly and burgundy cake. While the guests were eating their cake, Constance would be opening her gifts. Maybe the first package would contain a suitcase! She hoped it would be an aromatic suitcase. Her friend Bunny had said she would give her a protest sign, and her grandma always gave her cool stuff like the firecracker she gave her last year. Constance could hardly wait!
She glanced out the window and was surprised to see that an earthquake was on its way. Hopefully, that wouldn't deter anyone from coming. She looked in her closet for her false moustache. It wasn't there. Uh oh. It was still dirty from her day at the mountainside. She would have to wear a watch instead. She didn't really care, as long as she could still wear her pair of toe shoes.
She zoomed downstairs and went into the kitchen. It smelled like Calvin Klein. Her dad was standing there with a Sham-Wow! in his hand. "Happy Birthday Honey!" he said with an air kiss.
"Hi Daddy!" Constance replied hungrily. "What are you doing?"
"I'm making the scrambled eggs," he replied. "I decided to make it with extra chili powder. Hope that's okay with you."
"I guess so," Constance replied properly. "Do we have the dirty rice ready?"
"I'm going to wait until three o'clock to start that," her father replied noisily. "It only has to deep fry for fifty-nine minutes."
"Okay," Constance replied firmly. "I'm gonna go to the guest room."
"First, young lady, you need to have some breakfast. I've got some dry toast in the skillet for you."
"Can't I just take a peek at the guest room first?" she begged.
"It looks just like it always does," her father replied. "Remember, I'm depending on you to help with the decorating."
"Oh yeah," Constance responded, as she sat down to her dry toast. "Let's hang lots of forest green balloons and cover the recliner and the washstand with amber crepe paper."
"That's fine," said her father slyly. "The paper plates and napkins have pictures of your favorite Tv star, Ellen Pearson. Set the table with them, and make sure everyone has a pair of chopsticks."
"I'm sure," Constance responded. "I'm done, can I get started with the decorating now?"
"I think you inhaled your food," said Father with a sneeze. "Go on, I'll be there in a few minutes."