Today as I packed my suitcase for Sammy’s MOON-MISSION….
while noticing that we can’t close that thingy, not even with brute force or mom’s steamroller-way…
…we heard a scary noise on the attic of my storeroom. We checked that immediately and we heard the hard steps of a ginormous creature on the ole wooden floor. I gave acoustic alarm and my mom opened the kitchen drawer to grab a big knife…
ok, ok, it’s a cake lifter, but she was in a hurry and there was danger in delay. As she was armed with the murderous weapon she screamed for my dad who
moseyed around like an idler rushed in the kitchen immediately.
Dad climbed on the ole attic while the Weim, the Mom and the murder weapon aka the cake lifter had to wait down. I supported him with wild war cries and ran around like a lunatic while the intruder disappeared through a small gap between the shingles…. because it was a titmouse… but hey, a giant one!
And that’s not only “just” a bird, birds can be ANGRY ( says ROVIO Entertaiment Ltd.) and we all heard about the birds Mr. Hitchcock had on his attic once…so there is no reason for dusty dad to laugh at the Weim and his cake lifter packin’ Mama…
After the wild hunt I was satisfied, because now my crib is safe, dad was dirty and cobwebbed and my mom was still poised to attack with the dangerous cake lifter….
HAVE A WATCHFULLY WEDNESDAY ALL