I thought it was the cat’s pajamas when the Writer said she was taking off from work for two days. I realize it’s selfish of me, but I thought the time away from that office might let her write some fun adventures for me!
But this morning I saw her take a header down the front stairs. They’re brick. It had to smart! It was quite a sight. Harold Lloyd couldn’t have done better.
Then I saw all those head-to-toe scrapes and bruises. Applesauce! They’re huge! I tried to count them all before she snapped at me to stop. That didn’t deter me — I needed to know if she’s hurt too bad to solve the latest mystery. She looks like she had an argument with a train, and believe me, the train won.
No siree, Bob! I’ll count those bruises and sprains whether she likes it or not. Who’s going to take care of her if I don’t? Besides, she sprained her ankle, and she can’t catch me! She bruised a rib too, so she can’t take a good swing at me. She says she’s lucky that she didn’t break the shoulder she landed on to boot.
Pip! Will you please stop that?
Clearly she didn’t hurt her pipes any… Anyhow the Writer and I apologize in advance if there is not much of a Three Ingredients episode this weekend. I promise to prod her into writing it if I can!
Forgive Paisley, she means well. I hope to give you an episode of our interactive serial this weekend. At least a little one.
Applesauce! She called me Paisley, my given name. I might have pushed her too far!
Pip signing off.