Crazy Blog Serial Episode Twenty

Yes, believe it or not, it's my turn to inject some sanity into the peeler/chocolate/phallax saga!

The dog and I just came back from our morning walk. It's already miserably hot out so fortunately she was content to stay mostly in the shade this morning. We explored new territory today. A discarded hot dog wrapper required extensive investigation. And when she chased a bird into the bushes, she found out why the birds like to nest in the thorn bushes. No permanent damage, though. Last night when we went out, she encountered a frog. She's still mystified by the "lump" that hopped away.

For those who missed the first eighteen episodes of the Crazy Blog Serial, they're up on my bookshelf on my website at www.annycook.com - just scroll down the bookcase and look on the left side.

Episode nineteen is at Amarinda's page www.amarindajones.blogspot.com and after I see what I can do, then tomorrow it will all be up to Kelly at www.kkirch.blogspot.com

Well, I've stalled long enough. Please enjoy the continuing adventures of Emmeline, Shade, Rafe, and Rinalda!

“Wait!” Rinalda pleaded. “I know where the Companion is hiding! I can take you to him!”

Rafe scowled at her suspiciously. “How do we know it’s not a trick?”

“We don’t,” Shade pointed out. “But we don’t have any information right now, so some is better than none. I say we find out what she has.”

Emmeline shook her head at their naiveté. Clearly they still hadn’t learned their lesson. No one could be trusted. No one. “Tie her up and make it snappy before the zucchinis awaken,” she commanded abruptly. “Then if she still wants to lead us to the Companion, I’ll consider the possibilities. In the meantime, I’m sure there are more spies from the Quadro watching us. We need to move on.”

With Rinalda securely bound, Rafe took her elbow and led the way into the wilds of the Turquoise Mountains. Rinalda turned her head to look back at Shade. “How did you know I was a SLUT?”

“I saw you at the compound when I delivered the weekly allotment of Triple Chocolate Ice Cream. You were in the training yard.” Shade whistled. “I’ll say this for the SLUTs. There were some good looking women training there.”

Rinalda gasped. “You peeked? You saw us naked?”

Emmeline snorted in disgust and pointed her peeler at Rinalda. “What do you think? Of course he peeked! He’s a man. It’s what men do.”

Rinalda blushed in mortification. “But he saw my zhazhama! No man’s ever seen my zhazhama!”

“I have,” Shade countered smugly.

“Me, too,” Rafe admitted. “I delivered the weekly allotment of Double Mocha Lattes.”

“Dumber than stumps,” Emmeline muttered as she holstered her jeweled peeler. “All their brains are in their phallaxes.”

Anny

Stopping to smell the grass, the flowers,...

I take my dog out several times a day for a walk. As most people know, that's a euphemism for a potty break. But it can also include a brisk walk for exercise or a slow ambling walk for investigatory sniffing. These days, we mostly do the ambling walk as she takes time to smell the grass, the bushes, the flowers, the fire hydrant, the ... well, you name it, she sniffs. Seems like she's trying to get in all her sniffing time in the short time she has left.

I entertain myself on these slow ambling walks by imagining her internal conversation. It must go something like this:

Sniff the grass. Hah! I see Teddy talked his human into bringing him around to the front of the building. Probably walked his little legs off going up that hill...

Sniff the bush. Hi, Hilda! You ever hatch those babies? When is Harold gonna build you a bigger nest?

Sniff the poop in the grass. Ewww! That is ripe. Those bad boys upstairs ought to teach their humans to pick up after them. Gross!

Wander across the parking lot, pausing to sniff the blacktop. Heh! Someone spilled their coke. Nasty stuff. Look at all the ants.

Wander around the garbage enclosure. Boy does that stink! Good thing it's pick-up day tomorrow. I wonder why humans have so much trash?

Suddenly gallop across the grass after a squirrel. Fresh meat! Pause at foot of tree and bark at squirrel that got away. Listen! If you didn't want me to chase you, why did you run? Stupid squirrel.

Sidle along the road and then meander across the road to the next bit of lawn. Sniff the pine cones and a stick. Nasty stuff. That sticky stuff gets stuck on your teeth. What good is a silly pine cone anyway? Can't eat it. Can't chew it.

Meander along the road until we reach the cable box. What kind of weirdos pee on a buzzing box? Oh, that's right. Sledge. Yep, he's a strange one all right. And he thought I was gonna let him get friendly when he can't even find a tree to pee on? Riiiiight!

A gentle tug on the leash reminds her that it's time to head on back. Geez, it's always the same. We never go anywhere new. Maybe I can drag her off the other direction next time...

Hmmm. Maybe we will go the other direction. Imagine what new things she can find to smell that way. Who knows what she might discover?

Anny

If you haven't stopped at Amarinda's blog today, check out what she's given me to work with at http://www.amarindajones.blogspot.com/ and then tomorrow check back here for my response! If you're really behind stop at Kelly's blog at http://www.kkirch.blogspot.com/ or my website http://www.annycook.com/ where the first twelve episodes are posted on the bookshelf!