“What do you think, Twiggy. Time we do something?”

“I suppose. You know those long weekends knock me out.”

“What are you doing in the kitchen?”

“You never know what those two might drop.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Oh,  I don’t know. Maybe a bit of cheese or cracker.”

“Okay, so I ran over here, and nothing. What are you doing in the laundry room?”

“I know Mom keeps toys in here, and I thought maybe I could snatch one.”

“Yeah, that’s rich. When has she ever just left a new toy lying around?”

“There is always a first time.”

“I’m going to ask the readers if you have lost your ever-lovin’ mind.”

“Well, it is worth a chance. There is something on the dryer.”

“Hey readers

“People out there are going to laugh at you.”

“You never can be too sure. A quick look over there . . .  and no toy.”

“I’m going to ask someone to call 9-1-1 in a minute.”

“Okay, so there is no toy in there. Since when have you become so responsible?”

“Well, I’m trying to demonstrate that I’m maturing.” What’s that noise?”

“Sounds like someone went outside.”

“I think you’re right. Might not be a bad Idea.”

“Well, as long as there aren’t any new toys in here, why not?”

“Sure is nice out here. We can even see the flowers.”

“Maybe growing up might mean no leaf chewing.”

“It might take more than that.”

“So in the meantime, there is the fence.”