Belinda Says Hay: “Bedtime Story by Little Fang”

Hello. It's Belinda.

Last week I wrote about the little "slumber party" my roommate hosted during the neighborhood fireworks.

Actually Little Fang and I hosted it. Everyone crashed down here on the bottom level. By everyone I mean my roommate and the English.

The highlight of the night was the bedtime story my roommate told. If you didn't read it yet, don't bother.

It's supposed to be about three mice named Blanche, Lily Fay and Engelbert. But if you "read between the lines" it's not about mice at all. 

Just another one of my roommate's little tricks if you know what I mean. Come on.

Speaking of her nonsense, you might remember that my roommate has tried to "bond" Little Fang and the English a few times over the years. Little Fang has a big crush on him from what I can tell. We don't talk about it.

Their little dates never work out for obvious reasons. The English is too immature. Maybe I shouldn't say it but it's true.

You can learn more about the English here. Also see a portrait I drew of him.

And just in case you need it, here's a little FAQ about Little Fang. She's a bit of an "odd duck" but she's my bestie.

She's also the focus of this blog. She told a bedtime story to us and it's "classic Fang" as you'll see in a minute.

At our slumber party, after my roommate fell asleep, I waited a few minutes to make sure she was down for the night. The booms continued outside but my roommate didn't stir. Just snored.

Then I got up and walked to my stash. Even in the dark I could feel the English watching me. He knows where I keep my goodies. 

What happened next might shock you. It's no secret that the English and I are not "chummy." But I suppose I was in a festive mood.

Plus I felt sorry for Little Fang. She was a wreck from the fireworks. 

I took two Country Loops from my hiding spot and carried them to Little Fang's pen. I dropped them through the bars. 

"Give one of these to the English please," I said. 

I heard her squeeze out of her sleeping box. A moment later there was a soft "clang." It was the English hitting against her pen as he took the loop. Then giggling.

Oh brother.

I returned to my stash and took a few loops for myself. The three of us chewed for a bit. I figured we would just doze off.

I was wrong.

Out of nowhere, Little Fang said, "I have an announcement. I have a bedtime story too." 

Her story reminded me a lot of the "chatter" she makes at 2 o'clock in the morning, when I'm trying to sleep. I'm sharing it here so you can see what I'm talking about.      

"A Bedtime Story by Little Fang"

"Once upon a time there was a princess.

Her name was Princess ... um. Her name was ... um ..."

Little Fang went silent. I couldn't see her face but she was probably staring straight ahead at nothing. She does this when she gets distracted. 

This didn't "bode well." I was already getting sleepy. If she was going to stop after every sentence or two all bets were off as far as paying attention.

"Her name was Princess Priscilla-Viv.  

Princess Priscilla-Viv lived in a dungeon. Her floor was made out of papers. Sometimes there was a cricket in the wall."

Belinda here with a "spoiler." Little Fang was just making this whole thing up. Describing her own pen. It has pee pads spread all over but that's not the actual floor.

Also this isn't a dungeon. It's fine.    

"One day, Princess Priscilla-Viv met a mysterious prince in the kitchen. He lived in a tower.

She didn't know his name because it was a mystery. 

The prince could visit her if he wanted. She likes to have visitors."

Little Fang stopped again. I assumed it was for "dramatic effect."

Then she said it.  

"The end."

I couldn't believe it.

All that suspense for nothing.

Then I heard metal clang. Then more giggling.

If you think the night could not be more annoying you're wrong. Because the English chimed in next with his own story.

I'll put it in next week's blog. 

Until then, I hope you have a good week.

"Stay cool."

Sincerely,

Belinda

Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select
Belinda@smallpetselect.com