Diabolical Daylight Savings

 As Logged By:

Agent Chase 


Daylight savings has left this diabolical baby

Wishing for a nap, or two, even three.  Maybe?

The government said they'd fix it.

Why, then, is Mommy buttering my biscuit?

 

Maybe Gobbles can be diabolical.

Except he's not all that maniacal.

Sleep, sleep, sleep, I say.

I'll be diabolical another day. 


Shush!
 
Too much moving through the house.  Mommy and Daddy, SHUSH!
 
The sun isn't even out!
 
"Wakey, wakey, Little Chase," Mommy whispers as she tiptoes closer.  "It's time to get up."
 
Impossible!  As I said, the sun isn't even out!  How could it possibly be going on eight?  How could...  
 
NO!
 
I turn my groggy head to the side.  On the night stand, the little clock flashes eight o'clock.  No sun, no cheery birds chirping, no snuggly warm sun rays stretching through my window.  That can only mean one thing.
 
It's Daylight Savings time.
 
An hour of precious sleep has been nabbed from me!  An hour of plotting and planning and sneaking and SLEEPING.  Gone, all gone.
 
"EEEEHHHHH!"  I screech and turn over on my side.  Away from Mommy's smiling face, away from the dastardly clock saying that it is eight.
 
"I'm sorry, Sweetie.  It's daylight savings time.  Spring forward!  That means we lose an hour," Mommy says with too much cheery attitude in her voice.
 
"EEEEHHHHH!"  I screech right back.  Go to bed, silly Mommy.  The sun isn't up!
 
"Come on, Sweetie.  I've got your favorite buttered biscuit waiting."
 
"GGRRRRRR!"  I debate getting up, but only because I love a good buttered biscuit.  With some honey on top.
 
"Gobble, gobble!"  My favorite turkey comes sprinting into the room.  "Gobble, gobble."
 
"Hang on Gobbles," Mommy pleads.  "No!  Don't run under my.  AH!"
 
Hehe.
 
Mommy trips over my excited turkey, who wasn't even lurking.  He ran under her feet and around and around, until Mommy went down.  
 
Splat!  Onto the floor her behind bounced.  
 
Good, Gobbles,  Good, little turkey!
 
"Harumph!"  Mommy growls and jumps back up to her feet.  "That's it!  You're getting up if it's the last thing I do, Chase."
 
Mommy reaches down and grabs my sides.  Unfortunately, that means...
 
There's something I can no longer keep inside.
 
PPPHHHHHTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT!  

There.
 
Was that diabolical enough for you? 


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