2009/01/02

Bath Dodging

A bathtub
"Lucy, keep this up, and you might even become the new main pooch of the neighborhood!" Madison said. Madison and I were doing a fashion show with my sister's princess. I had a blue dress with choatic looking sunglasses. It was Madison's turn now, and she has a BEATIFUL outfit. Yellow lipstick with the flavor of lemon. Madison also wore an orange dress with a scarlet gown. "Madison, keep this up, and you could become the new main FELINE of the neighborhood!" I said. "Lucy and Madison, please stop using my dresses!" My sister said. And that's how the amazing domesticated animals AMAZING fashion show concluded. Then I heard a voice from the bathroom. "Lucy, time for a bath!" the voice said. I don't really like bathes too much. They are too chaotic for me. "Oh, darn!" I said. "Just once, just ONCE I would like to murder all bathes." Then, I came up with a plan. "Madison, go get Mojo, and bring him here to me, and QUIKLY!" I demanded. Madison dashed off, and returned five seconds later with Mojo at her side. "Guys, it's time for me to take a BATH!!!!!" I said, "A tragic, stupid, foolish, wimpy, dumb, distgusting bath! Can you help me get away from the bath? Please!" "How?" asked Mojo. "That's up to you and Madison!" I said. I went to take a glance at the bath water. It was about 3 inches high. "Hurry up kittens, please!" I whispered to myself.

I went to where Madison and Mojo usaully were, on the counter top. "We'll hide you somewhere! Follow us!" Madison whispered. I followed the kittens in the basement. "LUCY!" Dad called. "Hide!" Mojo said. I hid in the washing machine. I heard Dad coming downstairs. "Hurry kittens, think of something!" I thought. I saw them go and try to distract Dad. And, it worked. While Dad was petting Madison and Mojo, I ran up the basement stairs. I hid in this empty bin Mom has the dining room. And, it worked. Then, I heard a "LUCY, time for a B-A-T-H." "Help!" I thought. Mom must've heard me, because I got picked up by her.

It looked like I was stuck with the bath. Whenever I wanted to get away from bathes, life just forced me to receive an emphatic "NO!". I got showered with soap and water, and that crusty Mr. Rubber Ducky Lucky.

Well, I guess I'll always have to deal with bathes.
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