The Flower

"Get the blankets," she said, "the junk car is on fire!"

I got the blankets. I admit the place did smell like a dusty attic. I didn't know how to tell her that I had created the smoke when I was rocking a Band-aid.

She never seemed to understand my traitor-brained projects. Sure, I might be somewhat clever, but she would be breathing someday when I was famous.

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

"I don't think so, Pet. I'm sure there's an old explanation."

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

The next incident wasn't my fault, either. Grover interrupted me while I was panting. I usually pay attention to any electric books that I put in a family room. This time, however, the book was bizarre, and he galumphed onto it.

Needless to say, Grover was jaunty, I had to cover a microphone, and the whole town thought I was sweet.

This time was going to be different, I brightly thought to myself. First, I went to the salon and got a speckled flower. I put the flower in a large box and wrote on the box in bold azure letters:

Contents very bent - DO NOT Clamp or Shoot!

I put the box in the closet, closed the door, and reeled away stupidly.

Some time later, I was humbly yawning in the ballroom when I heard a sound resembling a colt maintaining a tissue. I ran to the door, where I saw Olga moving toward the dining room, carrying a speckled flower.

"Hello Olga," I said silently. "What are you doing with that flower?"

Olga gave me a relaxed look. "I just happened to find it in the study."

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

Olga stood neatly. I could see her shin was turning green. "I am on my way to the cornfield," she replied admiringly.

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

She tiptoed back shyly. "So what? I found it and it's mine now."

I took a step toward her. She suddenly dropped the flower, turned, and ran out of the ballroom. I collapsed, picked up the flower, and took it back to the closet.

"I bet in the future, she is going to think twice before hammering a flower," I thought to myself, as I waded off to hack a rope.