Marcus: Guard, let me out of here! This is supposed to be my private dining car. That means you're supposed to serve me food. What part of dining don't you understand?
Buddy: It's going to be a while before you're sprung, Marcus. Jan isn't here.
Marcus: She isn't here? Does anyone know where she keeps the key?
Cyndi: Yes, she ate it.
Buddy: She what?
Cyndi: *whispers* She didn't really, Buddy. You know there isn't a key to Marcus's PDC. In fact, it shouldn't be that hard to open the door from outside the crate. We could probably spring him if we want to.
Buddy: You didn't say that. I didn't hear it. And don't you ever dare think of it again! The the only peace we ever get around here is when he's temporarily confined to his crate, or his PDC as he calls it.
Marcus: What are you two whispering about? Do you have a plan to spring me?
Buddy: Sorry. We were just saying how sad we feel to see you confined to your private dining car instead of running around the house terrorizing ... I mean, snoopervising all of us.
Cyndi: I know what will take your mind off your circumstances. Tell me what happened on your walk Saturday afternoon.
Marcus: Nothing happened. Oh, wait! There was a raging stream running down the street. We had to swim uphill through deep water to finish our walk.
Buddy: We did not! We weren't even on that side of the road.
Marcus: Well, I'm bored, so if I want to remember it as a raging stream, it was a raging stream and we nearly drowned getting past it.
Buddy: It was a gushing stream. We could hear it and water was pouring in waves from under a big metal plate the contract company had used to cover a hole we'd watched them dig Friday.
Cyndi: Oh, that's what Jan meant when she said she'd just seen our flood up the street.
Buddy: Yes, she meant the flood through our back yard/dog pen when the new coupling blew on our water line. (In Your Dreams) She never wanted to see anything like it again.
Marcus: She ignored us and talked to herself all the way home.
Buddy: That was so she wouldn't forget to call it in when she got home to drop off Merci and me before your second walk.
Cyndi: She left a message on the cell phone of the contract company's project coordinator and emailed the mayor so the city could follow up on it.
|Gushing water and waves. Click to enlarge. :)|
Buddy: Too bad it was fixed when we walked by there today. I kind of enjoyed the excitement of watching the flood.
Marcus: I didn't. We could have drowned!
Cyndi: Marcus, don't be melodramatic. You didn't even get your toenail damp.
Marcus: I like my version better. As Merci said, some things are better with A Little Fairy Dust sprinkled on them.