A diabolical fall off the bed

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 As Logged By:


Agent West


Sliding off the bed

Will give Mommy quite a scare

I’ll aim with my head

And scream like a bear


It hurts to go down headfirst

Especially when I land

This bump is the worst

It’s the size of my hand

 

 

Sitting on Mommy’s bed is plain, old boring. There’s nothing to do, but blow spit bubbles and wait for her to finish folding the clothes.

 

And this abominable dude is tired of blowing spit bubbles.

 

I stare at Mommy folding the clothes, a diabolical plan hatching in my head.


Hmm…


My head…


Now that is a brilliant idea. I should use my head to get Mommy’s hairs to stand on end. Oh, that would give her a scare like no other.


I keep an eye on her as I sneak over to the side of the bed. I take a look over the edge.


Whew.


That’s a long way down. But, wait!


There are pillows on the floor by the corner of the bed. Surely, it won’t hurt to fall headfirst onto those.


What if Mommy doesn’t notice?


Aha! I know what to do. I suck in a deep breath, I brace for whatever impact is about to come, and I lean far enough forward to start sliding right off of the bed while letting out the loudest scream I have ever roared.


Watch out, Mamma!


Here comes the adorable, the diabolical... Baby Bear West!


“Oh, no! West!” Mommy calls just before I land.


Oomph! OUCH! MEGA OUCHY!!!!!!


“WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”


Don’t tell Agent Rose. Don’t ever let her know! This diabolical dude is crying and crying and crying.


Boohoo!


“My baby West!” Mommy scoops me into her arms. “Are you okay?!”


Of course, I’m not okay! I’m crying like crazy, my head is killing me, and I feel a bump forming.


“Daddy, get in here! We might need to take West to the hospital again!”


The hospital!?


Through the sniffles, I give myself a pat on the back. Well done, Agent West. I need to make sure that Agent Chase and Agent Rose hear about how I managed to scare my parents into taking me to the emergency room… AGAIN!


Haha! Ouch...

 

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