P is for... Punctual
Punctual
It was exactly six o'clock.
"Suppertime." thought Snoopy.
Suppertime was Snoopy's favourite part of the day. The fact that he had supper every day at six o'clock was probably one of the few things that was consistant in his life.
"The round-headed kid should be coming any second now."
Snoopy hated waiting. He had waited for 15 seconds already!
"Did the round-headed kid go on vacation? No, I know he gave me breakfast. Maybe he left at lunch... that's not possibly, I remember him serving me my lunch..."
30 seconds past six o'clock.
"Maybe that round-headed kid got sick. That wouldn't be good. But then Sally or somebody would come and feed me, right?"
40 seconds.
"He's gonna come... He's gonna come! So far he's 45 seconds late!"
45 seconds.
"THE ROUND-HEADED KID MUST'VE DIED! NOW I'M GONNA DIE TOO! I'M GONNA DIE!"
50 seconds, 10 more seconds until 6:01.
"Get a grip of yourself, Snoopy! Maybe you can just walk to the kitchen. Find a can-opener. Get the food yourself. You're going to be fine."
55 seconds.
"I guess I'm just not going to be fed tonight..."
It was now 6:01.
"Sorry I'm late, Snoopy! Here's your supper!" shouted Charlie Brown.
Snoopy grabbed the bowl full of dog food and ate contentedly.
How he hated it when people weren't punctual.
A/N: This one was a bit long, I think. I just realized I hadn't written about Snoopy for a few chapters, so once again, the beagle gets the spotlight. Continue reviewing, and you can really try to make prompt suggestions if you like. I will try to fit them in, I promise!
