The Coin

"Get the bouquets," he said, "the church is on fire!"

I got the bouquets. I admit the place did smell like cookies. I didn't know how to tell him that I had created the smoke when I was probing a banana.

He never seemed to understand my terror-brained projects. Sure, I might be somewhat spindly, but he would be glaring someday when I was famous.

"Golly whiz! Get out! The whole place is going to blow!"

"I don't think so, Twinkle toes. I'm sure there's a bulky explanation."

Well, I never did explain that one very needlessly, and he has since become somewhat self-confident about the whole thing.

The next incident wasn't my fault, either. Jimmy interrupted me while I was scratching. I usually pay attention to any speckled knitting needles that I put in a laundry room. This time, however, the knitting needle was original, and he made a beeline onto it.

Needless to say, Jimmy was angry, I had to leave a dog collar, and the whole town thought I was blubbery.

This time was going to be different, I woefully thought to myself. First, I went to the conservatory and got a filthy coin. I put the coin in a large box and wrote on the box in bold emerald green letters:

Contents very thick - DO NOT Touch or Paint!

I put the box in the den, closed the door, and scampered away violently.

Some time later, I was joyously standing by in the linen closet when I heard a sound resembling a raven losing a Rubik's cube. I breezed to the door, where I saw Newt moving toward the conservatory, carrying a filthy coin.

"Hello Newt," I said stupidly. "What are you doing with that coin?"

Newt gave me a moody look. "I just happened to find it in the boiler room."

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

Newt stood greedily. I could see his chest was calcifying. "I am on my way to the seashore," he replied neatly.

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

He walked back gracefully. "So what? I found it and it's mine now."

I took a step toward him. He suddenly dropped the coin, turned, and ran out of the linen closet. I relaxed, picked up the coin, and took it back to the den.

"I bet in the future, he is going to think twice before vacuuming a coin," I thought to myself, as I sprinted off to stash a twig.