PEKOE IS A MASTER COMMUNICATOR. I HAVE MANY WAYS OF COMMUNICATING. I HAVE YELPING AND BARKING AND WAGGING AND PACING AND GRUNTING AND NUDGING AND MOANING AND TWITTERING AND ROLLING MY EYES AND MORE BARKING AND BLOGGING.
BUT MY MUMMY IS A BAD LISTENER.
PEKOE IS CLASSICALLY TRAGIC
LAST NIGHT, WHEN I WOKE UP AT EARLY IN THE EARLY MORNING AT NIGHT AND MY TUMMY FELT SICK, I WENT OVER TO MY SLEEPY MUMMY AND SAID:
“Forsooth! Maiden mother from whom my loyalty hangs like the pale light from the face of the moon – arise!”
AND MY MUMMY SAID: “Gnerl? Go back to sleep.”
AND SO I SAID: “Sleeping Athena! Rise to all your bipedal glory. For mine stomach is full of grumblings like the cankerous under wave voice of the Titans. And unlike proud Jupiter, I must obey.
AND THEN MUMMY SAID: “It’s one o’clock in the morning, Pekoe. Go back to sleep or I’m sending you back to the shelter.”
AND I SAID: “Your jesting tone doth much belie the wounding nature of your words. However, I must insist.”
SO I BARKED AND WHINED AT HER UNTIL SHE PUT ME IN THE KITCHEN.
AND THEN I SAID: “Awake! Arise! The Hun of digestion is at the bodily gates! And I do not wish to soil our fine domicile and slight the household gods!”
AND MUMMY SAID: “I hate you so much right now.”
PRINCESS PEKOE IS A PRETTY PRINCESS
SO WE WENT FOR A SECRET NIGHT WALK IN THE DARK AND IT WAS SCARY BUT MUMMY PROTECTED ME FROM THE BUSHES AND THE COUCHES AND I PROTECTED HER FROM THE NINJAS SHE CANNOT SEE.
AND WENT WE GOT BACK, MY TUMMY FELT BETTER AND I JUMPED ON MUMMY’S BED AND WENT TO SLEEP.
MUMMY IS SO DENSE SOMETIMES.
Epic.