So I'm sitting in my office the other day, minding my own business and havin' a little nap at the computer, when I hear a bunch of stompin' and door slammin'. Peep #1 comes storming into my office, grumbling about something. Grumble this... grumble that... At first, I thought she might have been workin' on an audition piece for Grumpy Cat but quickly realised, she doesn't have the necessary tail for that role. Doesn't have the whiskers, either.
The first peep was in a right ol' mood. I had to make a decision. Do I hop up onto her lap and provide a little comfort or do I cover my ears with my paws and hope for the best? I chose the latter, of course. But she went on and on and on. What a pain in the tail that peep can be. Finally, I decided to hop up onto her lap after all and let her tell me what ailed her.
Apparently, the second peep had been let loose with the secateurs. Let loose in the garden. History tells us that this could not possibly be good news. The second peep knows nothing 'bout nothing when it comes to the garden. Why peep #1 left the secateurs in plain sight of the second peep is beyond me. Just askin' for trouble, that was. MOUSES!
Well ol' peepers had this plant out by the back door. Please note the word had.
But out of nowhere appeared this little guy by the back door. Peep thinks a seed must have dropped or something when she was starting the plants 'cause it quite literally, appeared out of nowhere. It appeared just like magic which is weird cause the peep is not a magician. She doesn't have a black hat or a cloak or a bunny or anything. Not even a magic wand.
Well you know what they say 'bout best laid plans. They say, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Actually, they say, "the best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft a-gley." Well, when I say they I really mean Robert Burns but what did this Burns character know, anyway? I mean... the guy wrote a poem to a mouse. MOUSES!
On the other paw, he practically wrote the book on what was gonna happen with this plan of the first peep and the lettin' loose with the secateurs of the second. So I guess Mr. Burns must have known something! Actually, it was kind of like he was seeing into the future. Wow. Hope he wasn't makin' any plans 'cause... well... you know.
So I let peep #1 tell me all about her little plant and then I asked her about the important stuff. The important stuff like, has peep #2 been anywhere near my nip? Then I remembered, oh yeah... peep #1 totally screwed up the growin' of my nip, this year. Seriously, I have got to get myself some new peeps.
I said to the peep, "Calm down. First things first... HIDE THE SECATEURS." Then I watched as she tucked them safely away in a drawer in my office. Peep #2 will never find them there. They're in a secret spot that only the first peep and I know. Then I said, "Go get my brother Rushton. I have to tell him something. It's important." The peep obediently, obeyed.