Today

I must thank Timmy Turtle for a better name for Friendly-eyes Longshnaks. I hope he (Timmy Turtle) doesn't mind if I borrow some fruit from his ever-fruitful brain.
Well, Friendly-eyes Longshanks, your name must be changed for the sake of cleverness and typing ease. You now will be referred to in this blog as: Sir Cupcake. Please do not take this as a bash against your masculinity; on the contrary, only you would be able to hold up such a name with the bravery and manliness it requires. Keep in mind that everyones' names on this blog are subject to change-yours included if you just cannot stand it. Please let me know.
On to other matters. Today is the Day that we introduce Myo-tore to The Relatives. We've started him off easy by spending the night at my favorite cousins' place. Now we'll see how long Granny will be nice to him and how long he can stand the 20 questions thrown at him by all the great aunts. Mwahahahaha!

The Story

Ack! Why did I start this story in first person? Ok...mmmmmI'm in the zone



I could kind of see the big one shift in his seat to look back at me. I quickly shut my eyes again but he saw I was awake so I opened them again. I let myself glare at him a little. His jowls pressed against his shoulder as he smiled.
"Well, hello. How do you feel?" I didn't say anything. I shifted my gaze out the window. Dark fir trees flew by. Watching them made my head hurt even more so I looked back at the man in the front passenger seat. He wasn't smiling any more but he didn't look mean or angry. His face, half lit by the green dashboard lights, didn't show anything.
"My associate," he nodded toward the 30-something man driving "would like to know why you were sneaking around the Benners' house at night."
For a moment I couldn't remember why but then I recalled the wierd noise. His quesion confused me. What I was doing at the Benners' was none of his business. I sat up (slowly) and answered him with a question of my own.
"What was your associate doing on roof?" My voice was so froggy! I cleared my throat. An image of Dalene flashed through my mind.
The big guy chucked, or rather gurgled, somewhere deep in his throat.
"Ladies first." He said.
"Ok, house-sitting." I was trying to sound tough and unafraid but instead I sounded like a bad actor.
"House-sittinnnng." Fat Guy drew out the last syllable and let it buzz the mucus in his throat.

The Introduction to the Continuation

Well, well, well, my dearest darlings...it has been a long time, has it not? It's just that I haven't been house-sitting as much for people with internet access.
Due to a fresh inspiration (thank you Mumsy for reading The Cloud Garden!), I have decided to continue the Story. Yes, thank you, please hold the applause for now. I guess that the beginning had to mature (not unlike fine wine, cheese, and tennis shoes) before I could add to it.
So, without further ado, Here It Is.