You see, my person tried to tell me everything was fine outside. I knew it wasn’t but she made me go.
My neighbor across the street was in on it too. He said there wasn’t any thunder.
But I knew it was coming. The wind was blowing, the clouds were dark, and I knew I would hear that awful noise any minute.
It even started raining. I swear I felt a drop or two.
I took my person into my wash because it seemed like the safest place.
But then it happened. The wind picked up and I heard a rumbly in the sky. Not loud, but it still meant business in my book.
I tried to get my person to head the safest direction, but for some reason she wouldn’t go for it.
More mischief on her part, I’m sure.
Since my person wouldn’t go up that hill there was only one direction to head – and it led straight to my toadies.
And you know what my person did?
She pulled more mischief on me!
She tied me to a tree.
She tried to tell me it was so I wouldn’t trample the toadies.
I’ll trample those toadies alright.
They’re pulling mischief on me too.
They took my puddle.
There were little toadies hopping around everywhere that my puddle used to be.
They seemed to be settling in.
They even had little toad houses.
This mischief has gone far enough.
I’m having it out with those toadies right now.
Those toadies are going to have to move and give me back my puddle.