Well she's gone and done it again. Yup, the peep has gone and lost her marbles, for sure. MOUSES!
Now you might be wondering why my Peep #1 was playing with marbles in the first place and certainly wondering why-oh-why she didn't take better care of 'em, while playing, so as not to lose 'em. I know I was wondering that, myself. Yup, first thing I thought, when I caught wind of those missing marbles, was exactly that. It's true!
Actually, that's not true. Truth is, I didn't even know the peep had marbles to lose. Mason was going on about Peep #1 having lost her marbles and I said to Mason, "The peep has marbles? Where does she keep 'em? And how come she doesn't play with them with us?"
Now as this here is a family-friendly blog, I am not allowed to repeat how Mason responded. MOUSES!
So after watching Mason stomp off in a huff, I set to work finding Peep #1's missing marbles. I grabbed a couple of knitting needles and some yarn and donned my Miss Marple disguise, figuring that if anyone could find those missing marbles, it would be Miss Marple, for sure.
And I looked just like Miss Marple, too, except for the fact that Miss Marple was a lady and I am a boy. And, of course, I'm a cat while Miss Marple was a peep. A peep who often wore hats and I, although a cat, have never worn a hat. Nope, never have been a cat in a hat kind of cat at all. But other than that, no one would ever be able to tell us apart. MOUSES!
An hour or so later, it was discovered that the marbles in question were figurative marbles at best. Figures. MOUSES!
So after I did a few figure eights on the kitchen floor, just because figure eights seemed like an appropriate thing to do, I set about looking for what the peep had actually lost. Apparently, it was some stupid ol' piece of paper.
Need I say it?
Of course I do.
Turned out, Peep #1 had this piece of paper thingy that she really, really needed. One moment she had it in her hand. The next moment she had placed it carefully on the desk. And the next moment? Well the next moment, it was lost. MOUSES!
The peep searched high and the peep searched low. She searched on top of things, beneath stuff and even in between. By the time she was done searching, the office which I am told we have to share, was looking like it had been hit by a tornado or something with stuff strewn about everywhere. It was a mess. The messiest mess I ever did see and to tell you the truth, if the peep couldn't find her paper before, there was no way on earth she was ever gonna find it after making all that mess. Nope, after making that mess, that piece of paper had been really and truly lost for good. MOUSES!
Eventually the peep gave up her search for the missing paper and went to the post office to get a new one. I'm telling you, had I known she could have just gotten a new piece of paper at the post office, I would have sent her there in the first place, long before she went and made all that mess.
Of course, at that point, when she was just beginning to make the messiest mess of all messes, I was still searching for the missing marbles. MOUSES!
Now losing things is not new to my peep. No sirree. Peep #1 is a pro when it comes to losing stuff she needs. Not an hour goes by...
Okay, that might be a tad of an exaggeration.
Not a day goes by when something belonging to the peep doesn't get lost. Yesterday, it was the paper thingy from the post office. The day before? The day before it was something else. That something else has still yet to be found, too. MOUSES!
It's like there's a raging epidemic of things going missing at my house and if I'm not careful, I'll start missing stuff, too.
And to be perfectly honest, I'm still not convinced that the peep wasn't missing actual marbles, that were not at all figurative, all along. Nor am I convinced that Miss Marple wouldn't have been the one peep able to find those missing marples. I mean, marbles. I mean... Awww... MOUSES!
Once, a very long time ago, I heard Mason say that the peep needed something - although truth be told, at this very moment I cannot remember what that something was - like she needed a hole in her head. So was my sister Mason suggesting that the peep actually did need a hole in her head for if she were, and the peep managed to get that hole, well then all these figurative and non-figurative marbles alike could have fallen through that hole in the peep's head and lo and behold, it would certainly explain all those marbles that may or may not have gone missing.
It would not, however, explain the missing piece of paper.
Or the other missing thing from the day before.
Or whatever it was that went missing the day before the item that went missing the day before the missing piece of paper. Or any future missing items, either.
Unless, of course, those future missing items turned out to be marbles.