Hello. It is I, Penelope.
I have been waiting for years and have not been able to gain access again to the secret passage to France. Mom Mom has not moved the bad pots that stand in my way.
I decided to hurry along the process by making a pot disintegrate. I pulled off a big piece of pot and broke it apart on the bed I share with Mom Mom.
Then I lay on the other side of the bed and played Pretty Princess Penelope.
Drat! She noticed the pieces on the bed.
Mom Mom spoke to me with a cruelty––nay, a savagery––the likes of which I have never heard before.
BUSTED!
Now the only way to get to France is to wait for Mom Mom to move the bad flower pots. I will sleep when Mom Mom sleeps. The rest of the time, I must be awake in case she moves a pot.
Do not worry about me.
I am not sleepy.
That is alllll . . . zzzzzzzzzzzz
Hi Penelope ... I think your escape route to France might have gone for ever ... but breaking pots isn't kind - it creates a mess - let alone bringing the bits into the house ... more mess there. Ah well - I hope sleeping it off helps all and sundry - all the best on waking! - Hilary
ReplyDeleteI will try not to make more messes, but I can't give up my dream.
DeleteOoh, I think someone needs to work on her poker face. Not that there’s anyone else to take the fall at Lake Junebug. Who needs to go to France anyway?
ReplyDeleteNo one else to take the fall? What about my older, stupider brother, Franklin? Perhaps I'll try my scheme again and find a way to blame it on him.
DeleteWell, you just blew that idea. You’ve already confessed... in writing!
DeleteMom Mom and Franklin probably won't notice until after I've gone to France.
DeleteIf they find out and chastise me for letting Franklin take the fall, I'll say it was your idea, which is true, foolish human.
DeleteWhat on earth is in France? I am with Mom Mom...be a good girl!
ReplyDeleteFrance has French dog sweaters and dog berets and dogs speaking French and eating French kibble. It is magnificent, lowly human who does not understand my needs.
DeleteShe's going to need to be more sneaky to get to France, I think...
ReplyDeleteI can be sneakier. I know I can.
DeleteTime to give up the dream to go to France. You do not want to be on Mom Mom's bad dog list! ;)
ReplyDeleteI will find a way to be on the good dog list and still get to France. Mitchell suggested I blame the demise of the pot on someone else and that someone will be Franklin.
DeleteShe is so cute. Fun post:)
ReplyDeleteI, Penelope, am beautiful--not merely cute, silly human person.
DeleteTry as you might you might you may never get to France
ReplyDeleteI know you mean well but I will get to France. I know I will.
DeleteYour eyes are giving it away, Penelope! Perhaps you should start wearing dark shades to hide them! :)
ReplyDeleteMy future in France is so bright I have to wear shades.
DeleteDear Penelope, I'm sending this message while mommy is on a lunch break. Jump onto the pot and kick lots of dirt out, then tip it over and roll it out of the way...France will be yours, but what would mom mom do? She would be so lonely without you. Are you just going to take day trips? Sincerely, Dustin Dog
ReplyDeleteDear Dustin Dog,
DeleteYou are a genius. I will return from France after I have learned to speak French and I have a sufficient number of French dog sweaters and I have a load of French kibble. Mom Mom will not notice my absence. She has the village idiot, my brother Franklin, to keep her company.
Oh, Penelope. You have to hide the evidence.
ReplyDeleteI thought I had. They were on MY side of the bed, where Mom Mom never ventures.
DeleteWell, Penelope, as long as you didn't EAT those little bits of plastic -- that's the important thing!
ReplyDeleteI am too smart to ingest such things.
DeleteOh, Penny!! Mom Mom has such an ANGRY VOICE!! lol
ReplyDeleteIsn't she horrifying?
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