Sadly, however, I believe I got ahead of myself. You see, I've recently come to the sad conclusion that my pizza tree is a dud. In the five months since I discovered the first slice, no additional slices have appeared (and believe me, I've looked). It goes without saying that I was, and still am, quite bummed over this fact.
But a few days ago something happened to lighten my mood. I discovered that perhaps I really do have a "green thumb" (even though I don't have thumbs, per se, and the only way my fur turns green is when I run around like crazy in the backyard, trip, and end up with grass stains from skidding across the lawn on my chest). You see, I might not be able to grow pizzas, but I can, apparently, grow burnt English muffins.
I discovered my burnt English muffin bush quite by accident. It was late one night and Ma and I were outside for my final business trip. Try as I might, however, I was unable to concentrate on the task at hand because of the wafting smell of burn bread emanating from the backyard. I followed the smell like a bloodhound and tracked it to a flowering bush three spots down from the debunked pizza tree. Seeing that the muffin was perched on top of the bush (which was quite tall), I implemented Plan A (climb the bush), but I quickly gave up on the plan because the branches were not sturdy enough to hold my weight. Then I moved on to the ever successful Plan B: bark hysterically until someone comes to help (this plan always works, especially late at night or early in the morning when my family is afraid that I might wake up the entire neighborhood with my vocalizing).
As expected, Ma came to my rescue and, armed with a flashlight, cautiously approached the bush (she later told me that she had no idea what I was barking at and was afraid that I might have cornered an animal). She peered into the bush and, upon realizing what I was barking at, reached in and pulled the burnt English muffin out.
Then Ma did something horrible; she carried the burnt English muffin into the house and threw it out in the garbage without even giving me so much as a crumb. I mean, what gives?! I found the muffin! I tracked it! I tried climbing the bush! And just because I couldn't reach it I lose out? It's just not fair.
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