Peep #1 mowed the lawn yesterday.
And the world sighed with relief.
Seriously, they did. Really. Truly! Honestly to goodnessly.
Okay, so goodnessly isn't really a word. But how the mouses else was I gonna make goodness rhyme with truly?
But actually... Actually, if I'm gonna be talkin' about bein' honest. Well...
Okay, so it wasn't the WORLD that sighed with relief.
But I'm bettin' the neighbours all did.
Now you might think I'm exaggeratin' about this, but really I'm not. The peep hadn't mowed the lawn in over two weeks, you see, so really and truly, I'm not. Exaggeratin', that is.
And that was just the front yard.
The backyard? HO-HO! You don't wanna go there.
No. Seriously. You don't. 'Bout a week ago, some jungle explorer guy went missin' back there.
Don't worry though. I've ordered the peep a scythe. I'm thinkin' that might do the trick, and if it doesn't, I have my eye on a little herd of sheep.
But seriously, do any of you cats out there have problems with your peeps not keepin' up with their lawn mowin' duties? And if so, how do you get 'em back on track? Inquirin' minds wanna know.
In my case, once the grass had passed my knees, I felt the need to confront the peep.
Okay, so it wasn't so much a confrontation as uh... Um.... BRIBERY.
Anyway, I tried gettin 'the peep to get out there and mow the lawn - if you wanna call it that, 'cause I'm not sure you CAN call it a lawn once it passes a certain height.
Anyway, I tried gettin' the peep out there by offerin' her treats.
Snooty peep. Apparently, eatin' freeze-dried salmon treats is beneath her.
So when bribery didn't work, I resorted to threats.
But APPARENTLY, my threatenin' the peep to no longer assist her with her knittin', isn't really a threat.
But eventually, after the ineffective attempts with bribes and threats, the peep did finally see the light.
That's right, she managed to push aside the taller than tall grass out there, and a little sunlight was able to find its way through. That would be 'bout the time she was finally able to see that light.
So yesterday afternoon, out Peep #1 went, lawn mower in tow.
Well she was pushin' it, not pullin' it, so it wasn't really in tow, but you get the picture, I am sure.
And now... Now have an actual lawn! That's right. An actual lawn in the front yard. You know, a lawn, as opposed to some kind of grassy maze or cornfield.
Too bad 'bout that explorer guy in the backyard though. As far as I know, he's still out there. Yeah, still out there, attemptin' to find his way out.
Peep #1 says she'll tackle the backyard over the weekend. I wish he luck with that, 'cause from the looks of things, it just might tackle her back.