Oh, joy — it’s another Monday. For two glorious days out of the week, I get to cuddle up to my human while she reads and watches TV, and then on Monday she has to go to some dumb job while I sit here and wait for her. Whose idea was this, anyway?
Clement endured the trip in silence, sandwiched between two of the boss’ toughest goons. It was only a few bills a week, nothing the boss would miss — or so he thought. But soon the limo would stop at the lake house, and Clement would answer to the man known only as Mr. Big.
Somebody snitched, Andrew Y.
“Well, I see the Roberson’s lawn still isn’t mowed. Why that lazy son of theirs can’t turn off that rock and roll long enough to cut it, I’ll never know. And the Spencer’s house next door is even worse, with those tacky plastic flamingos…”
In the savage wilderness, small animals often adapt to mimic larger, more threatening creatures. Among these is the western wattlewoof (howlus disapprovus) While sounding a warning to others in his group, he also presents the image of a stern disapproving grandfather, causing would-be attackers to question their life choices.
