Hello. It's Belinda.
Do you have one of "those" friends?
I'll try to say it politely.
Someone who’s a bit of an airhead. Maybe a little quirky.
"Swimming in their own sea" if you know what I mean.
That’s my best friend, Little Fang. Not her real name but it's what we call her.
She means well. But she’s a bit of an odd duck.
No offense to ducks.
Last weekend is a "case in point."
It all started around midnight. I was dreaming away on my sleeping rug.
In my dream, someone was calling me.
It was a farmer.
"Hey!" called the farmer.
I saw him coming over the hill.
He was riding on a bright yellow tractor. It was pretty "snazzy" if you want to know the truth. It almost glowed.
"Hey!" he called again. He even waved to me.
The tractor was pulling a wagon full of alfalfa.
I like alfalfa. I could eat it three times a day.
Except I'm not allowed to have it very often. "Too rich" according to my roommate.
She doesn't know what I eat in my dreams.
"Hey!" the farmer called again. But his voice sounded funny.
That's because it was Little Fang.
I rolled over and opened my eyes.
She was standing close to the bars of her exercise pen. I could see the metal reflecting light.
"Hey!" she said.
I didn't answer.
"Something’s looking in the window."
Oh brother.
"It has a big eye."
Stop it, I said. Go to sleep.
"It's glowing."
Little Fang!
I'm tired of her waking me in the middle of the night.
"Look. Look out the window."
This could go on all night.
I stood and shook my ears a few times. Then I groomed my face.
I took my time. I knew Little Fang was watching me.
"Look out the window."
For Pete's sake. Hold on a minute!
I didn't mean to snap but come on. I think you know where this was going.
There was no big eye glowing outside the window.
It was the moon.
The August full moon.
Also known as the "Sturgeon Moon."
"Go away!"
She was talking to the window now.
“Go away or you’ll be sorry!”
Then she said it.
“I’ll tell my boyfriend.”
I stopped grooming my face and just stood and stared in Little Fang's direction.
First of all, the English is not her boyfriend. Unless I "missed a memo."
Which I did not.
Also, asking him to protect her from the "monster" is a big laugh in my opinion.
What’s he going to do, annoy it until it runs away?
That's just the moon, I said.
She was silent for a moment.
It's the full moon. Now go to sleep.
Little Fang didn't say anything. To me or the moon.
I heard her walk across her pee pads.
Then squeeze through the door of her sleeping box.
Not a peep from her until breakfast the next morning.
As for me, I tossed and turned for hours.
If you're wondering what the English thought of all this, the answer is he didn't.
He slept on the bedroom level that night. "Uninterrupted."
But that's for a different blog.
Sincerely,
Belinda
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
Inventor of the First Chew holiday
Word for 2025: "Ask"
Belinda@smallpetselect.com
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