#37
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by Lizbit » Thu Feb 02, 2012 3:07 pm
Thank you for leaving my name out of it, Mr. Bob. You are a Xcellent frien for covering for me, but I guess I'd better fess up with the real story.
So my alien frien from Planet Possum came back to see me. This time he drove his big space ship right over my yard. It had a sort of greenish glow. When it was high in the sky, it looked like a big ball of green fire, but when it got low, I knew what it was. Anyway, the huge green thing overhead scared BeBe right inside, but my next door neighbor frien Jett came over to see what was going on. Jett is very big and very strong. He unlatched the gate with his nose and pushed it open. My alien frien and I were trying to talk, but his flying machine made enough noise that it was hard to hear each other. I motioned to him to come on down to the ground, so he put himself into a beam of light and floated to the yard. All three of us went through the gate to the front yard, where it was a tiny bit quieter. He and Jett were looking at each other funny, so I introduced them so they could be friens, too. They were making small talk, when all of a sudden, a horrible, ugly white truck turned into our cul-de-sac. It was one of the leash nazis from Animal Control! The alien zapped his light beam back into action and disappeared into his space ship. Jett ran one way and I ran another. We needed BeBe to create a diversion, but she was already comfy in front of the tv watching Toddlers and Tiaras or one of those dumb shows she likes. The Animal Control guy looked at the size of Jett and followed me. I kept away from him for a while, but he finally got me cornered down the street against a chain link fence, and he got a sort of noose hook thingie around my neck. He dragged me back to his truck, put me under arrest, and lifted/shoved me into a cage in back.
My town is building a big, new, nice Animal Shelter, and I thought that might be where I'd go, but it turns out they haven't finished it yet, and the old one was too crowded to accept one more prisoner, or stray. On the other hand, a big, new, nice jail was having its grand opening that very day, so they had lots of room. That's where I ended up. I was booked, had my mug shot taken, and was sent to the exercise yard. I had to make bail to get out, and I was afraid to call my mom. I thought about which friens lived closest. I thought about Josie in Tulsa, but she's so little, I wasn't sure if she had enough room on her tiny sweater to have a pocket with enough room for bail money. I thought of Mr. little, but I knew he might have to be back in time for work. Then I thought of Mr. Bob! I was sure he was a deep-pockets kind of guy, and I'd read that he lived in NORTH Dallas. I was pretty sure that was just down the road. I used my one phone call and told him the deal.
He was kind of grouchy about it at first. (I'm sorry, Mr. Bob, but you were.) He pointed out that he had never even met me in person and he said he wouldn't drive to Norman.
(to be continued)
