A Diabolical Goose or Two

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 As Logged By:

 Agent West

 

They hear honking in their sleep.

This baby hasn't made a peep.

How am I getting the blame

For the feathered fiends' shouting game?

 

Honking, honking all night long.

As loud as a banging gong.

 There they go flying away.

Now let's get someone to neigh.

 

 "HONK!  HONK!  HONK!"
 
From the bed, Mommy flips over the edge and Daddy spirals down the side.
 
"West!  Stop that!"  Mommy shouts.
 
All the while, I'm in my crib with mouth hanging open and not a diabolical deed in sight.  How can Mommy assume I honked?  I'm not a goose.
 
But, there are two standing right outside.
 
"HONK!  HONK!  HONK!"
 
Mommy tumbles onto the floor and Daddy goes airborne.
 
"West, that's enough!"  Mommy screeches, her facing scrunching as she punches her pillow back in place.
 
"Have you taken away his toys?"  Daddy groggily asks.
 
"He doesn't have any in there," Mommy explains.
 
"He doesn't?"  
 
Finally, someone has the brains to check and, sure enough, neither one find a single toy in this diabolical dude's crib.  I wish I had something, that way I could cover my head.  Those geese are loud.  They're noisy.  They're more diabolical than I am.
 
Once again, Mommy and Daddy get back in bed.  Once again, they turn off the light.  Once again, the second that light is out, the geese start to call out.
 
"HONK!  HONK!  HONK!"
 
"What is going on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????"  Mommy wails have hitting her head.
 
If only they were looking, they might have seen my diabolical side start to waiver.  Yes, Mommy.  Yes, Daddy.  This dude wants some sleep too.  Just take a look at me.  I'm pointing right outside.  I'm telling you as best I can what's really going on.
 
"Wah!"
 
Mommy takes a glance.  "Not now, West."
 
"Wah!" 
 
Daddy makes a yawn.  "I'll change you diaper in a second.
 
"WAH!"
 
"What is i..."  Mommy eyes my arm.  Her head swiveling to follow the directions I'm pointing.  Her toes padding across the wooden floor of the vacation cabin.  "What in the world?"
 
"Geese!"  Daddy exclaims and, before he can do anything, Mommy sprints out the door.
 
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"  She screams like a mad hyena.  
 
At least it worked.  There those geese are flying off.  
 
"Peace at last," Mommy sighs and hops right back into bed. 
 
Off the lights go, with Mommy and Daddy starting to snore.
 
Hmm...
 
What's that on the floor?
 
Hey, I've found my horsey, Trusty.  The very one the neighs when I squeeze him.
 
Now, can I find a way to reach him?
 
 
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