The thing is, Peep #1 is a lousy writer. Oh yeah, lousy as lousy can be. My gosh, the woman couldn't write her way out of the telephone directory. Why, she couldn't write her way out of the yellow pages, either. MOUSES!
Because as we all know, I, Seville the Cat, am the writer in this here family, for sure. MOUSES!
So anyway, the other day, the peep was struggling and struggling AND STRUGGLING with her writin; assignment. The topic was "letting go," and for the life of her, she couldn't come up with a thing.
That's when I said to her, "Peepers, what you need to do is let go and let ME write that assignment for you. MOUSES!"
Well it didn't take much convincin'. Nope, before I knew it, my claws were goin' clickety clack on the computer keyboard, just like a train makin' its way along a railway track, and I was doin' the peep's homework for her.
Now THAT'S interestin'... A dog may eat your homework, but a cat will do it for you. MOUSES!
So sit back, put your paws up, and enjoy the followin' after-school special about lettin' go. I mean, sharin'. I mean... whatever. MOUSES!
“I said, let go.”
“No way, Sivvers. You let go.”
“No YOU let go, Rushy!”
“Listen here, you long-haired marmie freak, LET GO OF MY NIP MOUSE THIS INSTANT. MOUSES!”
“No way, Seville. I’m not letting go for anything.”
“You’ll let go if I tell you to. You’ll let go if it’s the last thing I ever tell you to do. RUSHTON, LET GO!!!”
“I’m not letting go Seville. Not even if Peep #1 comes in here and tells me to.”
“BOYS, LET GO OF THAT NIP MOUSE.”
“Now you’ve done it, Rushy. But I’m still not lettin’ go. I’m pretty sure I can spin this so that you take the blame. What the mouses? What am I sayin’? Of course I can spin this so that you take the blame. I, Seville the Cat, can spin like no other cat has ever spun before. Why, I…”
“BOYS, DON’T MAKE ME TELL YOU AGAIN.”
“Not what I heard, bro. I heard Peep #1 say YOU had to let go. Now be a good long-haired marmie freak, and let go of my nip mouse right now.”
“You’re a marmie, too.”
“Yeah, but my fur is short. I’m not a freak.”
“Don’t call me a freak, Seville! Peep #1 said you’re not allowed to call me that.”
“Yeah, well I didn’t hear her say it, and anythin' I don’t hear with my own two ears doesn’t count, so just let go of my nip mouse and…”
“BOYS! WHAT DID I TELL YOU WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU FOUGHT OVER YOUR NIP MICE LIKE THAT?”
“Now look what you’ve done, Rushy.”
“What I did? What YOU did, you mean.”
“Rushton, you should have let go of my nip mouse when I told you to.”
“You mean YOU should have let go of MY nip mouse when I told you to.”
“LONG-HAIRED MARMIE FREAK!”
“Peep #1 told you not to call me that!”
“LONG-HAIRED MARMIE FREAK!”
“Sivvers... she said not to do that.”
“Call you long-haired?”
“No, call me a freak.”
“Now you want me to call you a freak, Rushton? Well let me oblige by..”
“Seville, that’s mean. You’re being mean.”
“Peepers, Rushton tore my nip mouse in half.”
“Seville, I saw what happened. You and Rushton both tore that nip mouse in half, together. That’s right, you did it together. And do you know why?”
“Because Rushton wouldn’t let go?”
“No Seville, because neither one of you would let go. You were both so insistent upon winning, you’ve ruined that nip mouse for everyone.”
“Yeah, well he wouldn’t let go first.”
“And you wouldn’t let go second, Seville!”
“Yeah, well you still should have let go when I told you to, Rushy.”
“Long-haired marmie freak!”
“Mouses, Peepers. You don’t have to yell. Calm down. Take a deep breath. You REALLY need to learn how to let things go.”
And by the way, if you'd like to listen in our rehearsal for my little after-school special, you can do so on SoundCloud, right here... "lettin' go"