Chapter Three
Jeannie was having a good day. Jeannie liked parties, and was glad to be having one that night. Colonel Nelson was coming home that night, after ending a three week mission in the Aleutians. All their friends would be there, General Peterson, Dr. and Mrs. Bellows, and the Healeys.
Jeannie looked outside. It was a nice day, as it usually was in Cocoa Beach. Of course, Jeannie could make a nice day whenever she wanted it. After all, she had once made it 80 degrees in Alaska so her master could have a pineapple plantation there. "Of course, Anthony had been tricking her," she thought, "but it is funny to think of it now." Besides, she had gotten back at him by turning him into a skunk and a green parrot.
Jeannie looked outside again, and though how she would like to blink in a swing on the deck out back, like she used to. She liked to cook, both the easy way and the hard way, but she did not feel like it today. "Oh well," said Jeannie. "I do not suppose that it would cause trouble if I were to finish dinner now." She folded her arms and blinked. Suddenly there were twelve silver dinner plates set on in the kitchen. Once again she blinked, and she was out on the deck, on her favorite swing.
After about an hour she heard Colonel Nelson's car. She blinked. Suddenly, he was standing beside her. 'Jeannie," he said. "How many times do I have to ask you not to blink me out of the car when I'm driving it."
"I am sorry Anthony, but I was happy you came home," Jeannie told him.
"I'm glad to be home," said Colonel Nelson, . Jeannie kissed him.
"Colonel Nelson," called Mrs. Bellows. She was walking around the house, heading towards the deck out back.
"Jeannie, the swing, blink it out." Colonel Nelson realized that the swing wasn't being held up be anything.
Jeannie blinked out the swing, accidently letting Colonel Nelson, who had been leaning on the swing, to fall to the ground as Mrs. Bellows arrived.
"Colonel Nelson! What are you doing?" Mrs. Bellows asked.
"An experiment," he said. "I'm testing the lateral gravitational force and its effects on the molecular transference process."
"You were not. I thought I saw you leaning against something, and then all of a sudden it disappeared. Then you fall to the side."
"Mrs. Bellows, it is best not to be worked up over such little things," said Jeannie. "Everyone must trip from time to time."
"Your right, Jeannie," said Mrs. Bellows. "If I got worked up over all the things Alfred does, then I'd end up as one of his patients instead of his wife."
The Nelsons laughed.
"Anyway, the reason I came, Jeannie, was to help you set up the party."
"That is very kind, Mrs. Bellows," said Jeannie. "But I am already prepared for the party tonight." They walked into the kitchen.
"With silver trays?" said Mrs. Bellows incredulously.
"Stainless steel," said Colonel Nelson. Jeannie blinked once again.