Yep. It’s the dynamic duo behind bars.
See, in an effort to be a gracious host to my buddy Bashful whilst trying to stay out of the infirmary where the peep has been sick as a cat and unable to take Us sightseeing as I’d planned, I took my visiting volcanic descendant out along the perimeter of my backyard kingdom.
I was showing him the right and wrong areas to meander with one’s nose to the ground. Kind of like this:
“See Bashful, you can tawdle along right here and everything’s OK. But you can’t tawdle along over there where everything isn’t OK.”
“Really Stuart? Why is that?”
“Well, one of the big no no’s at my house – and there are plenty, believe me – is the road. You just don’t go into the road unattended. Don’t ask me about it. It’s too painful.”
“Well, what goes on there? Why is it so terrible?”
“See, if you step here on this little strip of concrete it’s OK, like this, see? But…if you step here, then…uh oh.”
“Stuart!!!!!!! GET BACK OVER HERE. NOW.” The healthy peep wasn’t happy. Dead silence. The lawn mower had stopped purring.
And the rest, dear readers, is history. The three of us marched up the walkway to the front door and two of us were then confined to the dog house. Complete with restraining bars. As you can see.
I didn’t think you were supposed to do that to guests?
What You Learned Today:
- Bashful and I are in trouble.
- But it wasn’t his fault.
- He really should be able to roll where ever he wants.
- I don’t suppose the peep would understand if I explained that I was only showing Bashful where not to go? Into the big grey road of danger? Where cars speed by and skateboards cause all kinds of trouble?
- No. I suppose not.
- Actually, later in the day, we were let out of our cage for some grub.
- I’m gonna have to teach Bashful how to bang on the floor with his tin cup and demand better treatment in his guest quarters.