A diabolical battle with little bunny Foo Foo

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Agent Chase

Mommy might be a little crazy

She's yelling and sprinting toward the daisies.

I don't think I've done anything diabolical,

Though I was planning something quite comical.

Huh, there goes a fluffy tail sprinting along

Now, two and three.  Neither one singing a song.

Is that Mommy's flowers in their cheeks?

I hope they don't go after the leeks. 

“OH, NO YOU DON’T!”

Huh? What did I do? Has Mommy already found out about my latest diabolical plan?

She couldn’t have. It’s not possible.

“I’M GOING TO GET YOU!!!!!”

I hold perfectly still as I wait for whatever will come next. There goes Mommy racing past my sandbox. Her face redder than her beets, her teeth gritted tighter than a shark’s.

Never once does she look over, never once does she notice the two stink pies I’ve hidden between shovel and pail. The very ones I plan to throw right in her face at the precise moment when she’ll least expect it. The very ones that will leave a delightfully stinky stench in her hair and on her skin, even after she’s taken a shower, a tomato bath, and a sugar scrub.

“RUN YOU LITTLE BEASTS!!!”

What, then, has Mommy going so crazy?

“Awe. Look, Chase,” Daddy coos as he comes into the yard. Completely oblivious to Mommy’s craziness going on near the flower beds. He points and adds, “Aren’t those bunnies cute.”

Out hops a little bunny. Its fluffy tail bouncy with each leap.

Is that a diabolical grin I’m seeing on this little bunny Foo Foo’s face?

Out hops another bunny, and another, and another. Each one with cheeks puffed out like little balloons.

Wait, what’s that?

Uh oh! From one of the bunny’s mouths falls a distinctively striped purple and white flower. The very same as the expensive daisies that Mommy bought this spring.

“Oh, no.” Daddy gasps, his eyes widening and jaw falling. “Quick, Chase! Act innocent!”

Daddy plops on the ground beside me, grabbing the shovel in his hand and scooping up sand as if he’s been doing it the whole time. I, the professional diabolical mastermind that I am, join in and start scooping up sand with my bucket. All the while making sure to pour that sand over my stink pies to keep them hidden and keep Daddy from seeing them.

Mommy jumps into view. Her mouth foaming with rabid rage. A hoe clutched high in the air.

“Where did they go!” She growls.

“What’s wrong, Dear?” Daddy plays up the innocence.

“Those bunnies have gotten into my flowers for the last time! Now, where are they. I know you saw them and I know you think they’re cute. So, DON’T MESS WITH ME!”

The color drains from Daddy’s face and he points toward the garden.

“NO!” Mommy screeches. “They’re going to get my leeks!”

Over to the garden she goes only to return a minute later with hoe dragging the ground and shoulders hunched in defeat.

“They ate every single one,” she whimpered like she might soon cry.

“I’m sorry. I know how hard you worked on them,” Daddy comforts.

Even I am feeling sorry for her. I look down at my stink pies, feeling not so up to throwing one in her face.

“Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” Daddy offers, giving me the perfect idea.

SPLAT!!!!!

“Ech! Chase just threw a pie in my face! Oh, it smells awful!” Daddy jumps and dances in every effort to rid himself of the stinky stink now stuck to his face. Into the house he races for a shower, a tomato bath, and, probably, a sugar scrub.

Mommy looks over at me, the corners of her mouths twitching. Shoulders start bouncing, smile soon spreading.

Her laughter explodes so hard that she falls. Rolling around, she continues to laugh. A few tears falling from her eyes.

“Thank you, Chase. I needed that.”

SPLAT!

 

 

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