With Mike...
Mike laid in one of the branches of a tree. "Good day to sunbathe, no?" he asked himself. "If the dictator of the world is going to look beautiful, you have to catch some sun." He was alone in the tree. Mike was lounged on a beach towel with his sunglasses on. He had a pina` colada beside him with a slice of pineapple on the brim of the glass and a straw.
Out of the blue, Stella appeared. "Mike!" she shouted. "What am I going to do for my mom for Mother's Day?" "Why bother?" Mike retorted. "She lives in Florida. Better yet, Palm Beach. Where I should be right now. Plus, I hated my mom." "Why?" Stella asked. "And I'm going to send my gift through mail." "I got my own story on why I hated my mom," Mike returned, "but the first and last gift I made her was when I was sixteen. It said, 'A Happy Birthday gift to you' on the front, but on the inside was big, bold, capitalized letters saying only one thing." "What?" Stella asked. "All it said on the inside was 'I hate you.' But I don't have to worry about the evil woman anymore because she's dead."
Stella nodded and muttered, "But what should I make her?" "Just make her a card for all's sake," Mike retorted crudely. She nodded and started back down the tree as Mike continued sunbathing.
At the clubhouse...
The boys were talking all at once except Boss. He finally said, "Jingle, do you even have a mom?" "Of course!" Jingle replied. "She just doesn't live around here. I'm just going to make her a card and that's it." "What about y'all with guy owners?" Boss asked. "Of course," Dexter acknowledged, "we're still going to get them something because, well, they're our owners."
Pretty soon all the Ham-Hams left the clubhouse. Jingle went to the music club again (ARGH! I hate that place!). Boss was left with Snoozer. "Snoozer," he muttered, "I need someone to talk to, and you'll have to do."
Mike laid in one of the branches of a tree. "Good day to sunbathe, no?" he asked himself. "If the dictator of the world is going to look beautiful, you have to catch some sun." He was alone in the tree. Mike was lounged on a beach towel with his sunglasses on. He had a pina` colada beside him with a slice of pineapple on the brim of the glass and a straw.
Out of the blue, Stella appeared. "Mike!" she shouted. "What am I going to do for my mom for Mother's Day?" "Why bother?" Mike retorted. "She lives in Florida. Better yet, Palm Beach. Where I should be right now. Plus, I hated my mom." "Why?" Stella asked. "And I'm going to send my gift through mail." "I got my own story on why I hated my mom," Mike returned, "but the first and last gift I made her was when I was sixteen. It said, 'A Happy Birthday gift to you' on the front, but on the inside was big, bold, capitalized letters saying only one thing." "What?" Stella asked. "All it said on the inside was 'I hate you.' But I don't have to worry about the evil woman anymore because she's dead."
Stella nodded and muttered, "But what should I make her?" "Just make her a card for all's sake," Mike retorted crudely. She nodded and started back down the tree as Mike continued sunbathing.
At the clubhouse...
The boys were talking all at once except Boss. He finally said, "Jingle, do you even have a mom?" "Of course!" Jingle replied. "She just doesn't live around here. I'm just going to make her a card and that's it." "What about y'all with guy owners?" Boss asked. "Of course," Dexter acknowledged, "we're still going to get them something because, well, they're our owners."
Pretty soon all the Ham-Hams left the clubhouse. Jingle went to the music club again (ARGH! I hate that place!). Boss was left with Snoozer. "Snoozer," he muttered, "I need someone to talk to, and you'll have to do."