Monday, June 1, 2009
They Are Taking All the Joy Out of Life
I hate it when the Ninjas get together and start sharing secrets with each other! The Oldest Ninja has gone and ruined all my fun... Used to be, whenever the Littlest Ninja came out, I would leap for joy all around her in frantic tight circles. Occasionally I got so excited I would jump clear over her! But, I NEVER jumped ON her, cause I learned early on that THAT would get me in LOTS of trouble with the grumpy Spokespeople.
It sure was a lot of fun leaping circles AROUND everyone, though, and THAT didn't get me into trouble...at least not with the SPOKESPEOPLE. The Oldest Ninja has a bit of the Spokeswoman in her, sometimes, though, and SHE decided early on that it was unacceptable for me to even leap happy circles AROUND her. Kill joy. She never said anything to the Spokespeople, she just took matters into her own hands...with a secret weapon that the Spokespeople would have never thought of.
It was bad enough that the Oldest Ninja ruined my fun with her, but, recently when the Littlest Ninja came out to feed the Half-Crazed Border Collie, the Lazy Newfie, and myself, I discovered, to my utter dismay, that Oldest Ninja had shared her secret weapon with Littlest Ninja. Yup...there was Littlest Ninja carrying a GROCERY SACK. The mere SIGHT of a GROCERY SACK sends all three of us scurrying for the cover of our dog houses! Afterall, Oldest Ninja whips the sack around in the wind and it makes a terrible commotion...most unsettling if you are right there in mid-jump and a scary white sack goes whipping through the wind right next to your face. We all three give a wide berth to all Grocery Sacks even if they AREN'T currently whipping through the wind. When the Spokespeople found out what the Ninjas have been doing to discourage our leaping around them, they just shrugged their shoulders and said, "Well, I hope no BURGLERS show up armed with dreaded GROCERY SACKS!!!"
You see what abuse we have to endure here? It was bad enough when the Oldest Ninja was ruining my fun, but now even the sweet Littlest Ninja has joined in. Every time she brings out a pan-full of food for us, there is that horrid sack hanging off her arm, tauntingly swaying in the breeze, filling us with dread and driving us away. It is so unfair. It's been so long since I've gotten to knock the pan of food out of Little Ninja's grasp with my exuberant display of joyous leaps. I fear the Spokeswoman is finally tainting even my sweet Ninjas with her stingy, kill joy ways...
Posted by Mic at 8:33 PM