Man, I believed I’d never escape that closet. I was engulfed with darkness so long I feared I might be going blind…scared the beejeebies out of me…did you think I was still in there since it took me so long to reveal the end of my tale? (see below if you missed the first part of my story...)Well, this is what came to pass and I’m kind of embarrassed to expose myself. I bellowed for Hurricane to release me and he had the audacity to park himself outside that door with his nose snug to the crack like a hot dog in a bun then proceeded to sigh…I knew he was taunting me and quite euphoric I was wedged in that clandestine space-just gave HIM more room to sprawl out on the bed for his midafternoon siesta.
And there he parked himself- TICK-TOCK! …TICK-TOCK! …TICK-TOCK!He situated himself safely outside as hundreds of beady eyes of Little D’s stuffed friends stared and gawked at my worries through the blackness. I was taunted and tormented... AND STUCK!
‘WHA-OMP!’ “SCREEE-TCH!’…ahhh, what’s that? Hurricane? Did you hear that? Don’t leave me brother…
…to that he just exhaled heavier leaving me to hover and scrunch into the nearest corner-TH-WACK! THUD! Ahhhh-go away, go away I pleaded to the noises!
My hackles rose and whiskers erected to heights that cat-apulted me into the swirling abyss engulfing me into a deep catnap. (CAT-do you get it? Me a cat? -never mind…)Hurricane jostled me awake by the myriad of ruckus he was creating outside the chambers. In reality, his bark was as unbearable as cymbals crashing in the beginning band. I’m mortified to concede that it scared the pee right out of me. I WAS in that closet a long time, you know…
But as you figured, I am free relatively unscathed—only rosy cheeks of humiliation compounded by teasing and tormenting of one brother who refused to be of any assistance AT ALL!
…BROTHERS! I’d be glad to surrender mine! Anyone want one?