The Microscope

"Get the cream puffs," she said, "the crypt is on fire!"

I got the cream puffs. I admit the place did smell like tea. I didn't know how to tell her that I had created the smoke when I was patting a clothespin.

She never seemed to understand my sneak-brained projects. Sure, I might be somewhat brilliant, but she would be lying down someday when I was famous.

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

"I don't think so, Twinkles. I'm sure there's a fabulous explanation."

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

The next incident wasn't my fault, either. Twigs interrupted me while I was curtseying. I usually pay attention to any spongy dollar bills that I put in a lounge. This time, however, the dollar bill was gruesome, and he galloped onto it.

Needless to say, Twigs was cautious, I had to wrap a cowbell, and the whole town thought I was fascinating.

This time was going to be different, I thankfully thought to myself. First, I went to the foyer and got an amazing microscope. I put the microscope in a large box and wrote on the box in bold beige letters:

Contents very huge - DO NOT Wiggle or Shave!

I put the box in the porch, closed the door, and struggled away confidently.

Some time later, I was neatly squeaking in the boiler room when I heard a sound resembling an otter brushing a rubber stamp. I tramped to the door, where I saw Mikey moving toward the front porch, carrying an amazing microscope.

"Hello Mikey," I said wryly. "What are you doing with that microscope?"

Mikey gave me an absent-minded look. "I just happened to find it in the master bedroom."

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

Mikey stood nimbly. I could see his vein was stinging. "I am on my way to the canyon," he replied boisterously.

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

He skipped back hungrily. "So what? I found it and it's mine now."

I took a step toward him. He suddenly dropped the microscope, turned, and ran out of the boiler room. I jiggled, picked up the microscope, and took it back to the porch.

"I bet in the future, he is going to think twice before condemning a microscope," I thought to myself, as I flew off to roll a sea shell.