Why Are You Digging That Hole?
It's a hot summer day. It must be pushing 100 degrees, if not hotter. The sweat is just pouring off of me. It rolls down my face and back. My eyes burn from the sweat dripping into them. I stop what I'm doing and glance at the sun, cursing under my breath.. One sip of ice cold drink, and I'm ready to get back to what I was doing.
I turn around and try to refocus on what I was doing. Suddenly I can't remember! I can see that I was digging a hole, but why? Has the heat just fried my brain to where everything is a blur?
Curious, and needing answers, I decide to retrace my steps. Maybe something will jolt my memory as to why I was digging that hole.
I follow the path back into the house. I walk into the living room and just about hit the floor. Someone has ripped up one of the pillows that were on the couch. Oh man! Someone isn't going to be happy with this.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a piece of toilet paper on the floor. As I round the corner, I see a trail of toilet paper leading to the bathroom. I peek inside and see the mess. Boy, it's going to be a bad day for someone.
My journey next takes me into the kitchen It is also messy. There is food all over the floor. Someone or something, has toppled the garbage can and garbage is everywhere. Wait a minute! what's that by the garbage? It"s a bone. Don't know where it came from, but it is the item that has reminded me on why I was digging the hole. I'm a dog! I'm going to bury the bone!
My joy is short lived as I realize that I am the one that is going to have a bad day. I'm the one that knocked over the garbage can. I'm the one that dragged the toilet paper through the hall,(that was fun). I'm the one that chewed on the pillow. I'm the one in trouble. New plan for the hole, I'm hiding in it until this all blows over. Hopefully, they blame the cat!
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