I mean, why would you...
I mean, how can it be...
I mean, HOW THE MOUSIE, MOUSIN', MOUSES DO YOU LOSE A PAIR OF BOOTS?
Oh sure, I've heard the tales of runnin' shoes bein' spotted on the road, here and there. Just the one, mind you. The one here. Then, I guess, another one over there. Somewhere. And to tell you the truth, I've always wondered how that kinda thing happened. How does a peep lose ONE shoe? Wouldn't they have been wearin' both of 'em, together?
MOUSES!
But now, Peepers, you're tellin' me, you lost a whole, entire PAIR of boots.
How the mouses did you manage that?
What? What's that, Peepers? What's that you're babblin' on about now?
You didn't lose a pair of boots, you say.
THEN WHAT ARE YOU COMPLAIN' ABOUT? I thought you said...
You lost TWO pairs of boots?
MOUSES!
WHAT?
WHAT?
THREE? It was THREE pairs of boots you managed to lose?
All in one go?
MOUSES!
For mousin' out loud, Peepers. How the heck did you do that? How the heck did you lose three pairs of boots all at the same time?
MOUSES!
So let me get this straight. Last spring, you cleaned 'em up once the winter weather was over and put 'em all away someplace safe. Someplace safe where they'd stay 'til you needed 'em again. Someplace safe where you would find 'em again. And now...
And now...
And now...
AND NOW YOU DON'T REMEMBER WHERE THAT SOMEPLACE SAFE COULD POSSIBLY BE.
Of all the mousie, mousin', moused-up things for a peep to do.
*sighs*
And you've looked high and you've looked low and you STILL can't find those boots, huh?
Hmmm...
WELL JUST DON'T YOU GET ANY IDEAS 'BOUT PUTTIN' AWAY ANY OF MY THINGS WHERE YOU THINK THEY SHOULD BE SAFE.
But probably never to be seen again.
Come to think of it, I AM missin' a few of my most favourite of my very favourite toys.
Awww...
MOUSES!
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Remember to mask up, too.
Back when Mom and her Dad were going over the mountains and they stopped at a spring her dad knew of along the way for a drink...Mom would see a child's shoe out there occasionally. Dad said the shoes fell out of the back seat area of the car when it was stopped to let the family out for a fresh drink.
ReplyDeleteThose boots must have been made for walkin'....away!
ReplyDeleteBeen there, done that, Seville!
ReplyDeleteWhich is why I don't do that anymore; all the junk is staying RIGHT WHERE IT IS!
I always wonder how shoes end up on the road too.
ReplyDeleteMOUSES! That safe place must be really, really safe, Sivvers! We hope those boots and your favorite toys show up soon!
ReplyDeleteI do that a lot, and not just with boots...LOL!!
ReplyDeleteWe need to make ourselves journals and write in them where we've put things...but...we'd likely forget where the journal is, LOL!