Hello everybloggie. Imagine. Actually. Don't have to. Going to show you. There I was. Minding my own taking my wig on a wiry wagger in my Royal Park. When suddenly an unbelievable sight. Right before my very mince pies.
Noooooo!!!! Miss Enid. My pesky wheelie. Taking a wheel about!!!!! Agggh.
She followed my every move. Once she got started. Wheelie useless. No gears or anything. Always needs a push start. Wish she'd push right off.
Decide to ignore her. I mean. Would you want to be clocked with a wheelie silly looking wheelie???
Who was a-posing and a-preening in her Sunday Best furs hat and wrap? Her Christmas present from Lacie. Made by Butchie and Katie's clever Mom. (Be super duper adorning my Toffee girl pupcake eh? But on a wheelie??? Wheelie.) Square M pulled the alpha treat trick. " Eric No treats 'till you learn to be kind to Miss Enid. Play nicely please"
So. Gave old E my best play bow. Yeah. I know she's facing the other way but them peskies have their pies where the sun don't....I mean..... in the back of their sawdust heads.
I know. Checked it out for me self earlier. . .
So. Playtime!!! Bellowed in her ear'ole. "Let's play Hide and Seek Miss E!"
"Get up on this lookie out post" With that I heeve-hoed that rag bag of wood fill right up on where she came from. Made her feel right at home. Wood fill on Wood. Snigggggersnort. She looks happy 'eh? Soaking up the ray's.
"Close your mincies. I SAID CLOSE 'EM. Now count to one hundred squary squillion billion trillion. While I trot my foxy self off to hide. AND. NO PEEPING'. Call you when I'm readdddy...... "
Course I didn't. Call. Hide. Or anything. Xcept. See me waaaaay off in the distance? Trotting off home? Dumb Enid. Probably still there. Counting. And counting. Haaaaaa!!! Guess it'll be a wheelie long time before I see her again . . .
OMdoG...Is This Fun or What???
7 years ago