In the three months we’ve lived in our new apartment, Mom and I have seen lots of deer,
a million birds, a ton of chipmunks, a spider, a bee,
and three dead snakes.
Once I was in the dog park and there was a little brown dog in there with me. I wanted to play with him, but he kept ignoring me. When I sniffed him, he smelled like laundry detergent. Mom said, “Get it!” and “Fetch it!” and “Ugh. Why do I bother?”
This week, we ALMOST saw another dead snake, but then when we got closer, it was a shoelace.
Things are not always what they seem!
Recently, Mom got a critique of one of her stories.
Surprise! To her, it seemed funny, but it wasn’t what it seemed. Oh well. At least she knows what to work on.
First she will head to the library to read some of the books suggested to see the kind of humor she SHOULD have had in her story. Hopefully, she will be able to add in or switch out some of the events with the right humor that really IS what it seems.
Plus if we see another dead snake, I plan to roll on it and smear his guts all over my furs and smear my furs all over his guts. If I’m quick enough I may be able to pull it off this time. …unless it’s another shoelace.