Zoe's Letters To Pinky-Bandit in the Backyard Jan 27 2015

Zoe’s Letter To Pinky-Bandit in the Backyard!

Pink!

You shoulda been here Sunday night!  Eek I tell ya there was mayhem or mayday or something like that goin on. We had huge really loud dragonflies flyin around above the swamp and they had searchlights beamin down on us. I even think they mighta adjusted my catracks a little, cause I’m seein things alot different now. We was runnin in and outta the house not knowin exactly what to do until our cousin David called us up on the phone. He says ‘did ya see the news?” And we’re all, “ah no we havent seen the news for a week on accounta the thnuderstorm rendered the big rectangle obsolete we havent been able to get past the press one press two lady inorder to fix it.” Then I hear mischa say, “we got a circus goin on over here.” Then old David musta said “a circus? are you sure it aint the cops!”  Then it got all sorts a confusin, cause mischa dint really mean a literal circus, unless she mistook the dragonflies for jungle animals, there’s no sayin really what she  mighta been thinkin. Anyways David called to tell us to lock our doors and windows and hunker down real good with our eyes and ears wide open, on accounta there was KILLER ON THE LOOSE!”

“KILLER ON THE LOOSE?”  we all shrieked in unison, dear dog! what happened we wondered. Some guy had a big old knife that somehow ended up in some other guys stomach, out in our alligator park! If we hadnt been on a mission in sarasota that day, we could been the one with the knife in our belly!  I always knew there was somethin fishy about that old alligator park, makes killers outta nice young men just walkin around mindin their own business, suddenly somethin in the swamp rises up and possesses them from the inside out, and WHAM somebody else is dead as a doorknob! Sorry business that murderin, and sorrier yet havin to live right next to the swamp wherein the murderer is hidin out! With the situation we had, we couldnt write to you for a few days, we was layin low. Mischa said we had to secure the fortress and all its pressured cargo. But they caught that poor kid who got seized by the evil forces lurkin in the swamp and drug him off to the slammer.

Well I’m kinda anxious just from the recountin of that tale, so I’m gonna give the big eyes to the girls, see if I can ruffle up some chow. Hope you’re doin good Pink and hope it aint snowin to hard up there.

Zoe

Mischa’s story Divine Remembering is at http://micheldemetriatsouris2.blogspot.com/   please copy and past into your browser....seem to be experiencing technical eoif947fhogiy,!!!