Elvis let out a big doggy yawn. He was EXAUSTED. And it was the perfect day for a nap. The sun was shining, it was warm, the sky was blue, there were birds singing... perfect. He settled down on the front porch, ready to enjoy this lazy afternoon.
It was not to be.
Red came out onto the porch, singing loudly and off key. She didn't appear to be in any hurry to leave, so Elvis got up to go look for another napping place.
First he tried upstairs. The attic was automatically rule out because dogs can't climb ladders, Mirror's room always had the door shut, and Elvis couldn't open doors, either. Puck's door was open a crack, but when Elvis tried to go in, he was attacked by a horde of teritorial chimpanzees. Uncle Jake was in Granny's room, doing something with his coat, looking sneaky. Red's room was a mess! there was no room for walking, let alone taking a nap! The Girls' room had a bucket of slime over the door, and Elvis wasn't going to tip it over willingly.
So he went downstairs. The bathroom was never warm or even slightly comfortable, plus people had a habit of coming in and waking him up. In the kitchen, Granny was bustling around cooking sausages, and she shooed him out immediately. In the living room, the black box was making noise again. Loudly. No one could sleep with that thing on.
Then Elvis went back outside. Red was still singing on the porch. The east side of the house was too dark, and thus, too cold. The woods were the same story. Daphne was on the south side, and Elvis thought he could finally take his beloved nap, but Daphne had other ideas.
"Let's play fetch, Elvis!" she cried.
Elvis left again.
So, that left the north and west sides of the house. Elvis tried west first, because it was closer. Puck was there, looking around the corner at the north side.
"Sh!" he whisphered to Elvis.
Elvis ignored him, and settled down for his nap. He was just drifting off to sleep when-
Splat!
"PUCK"
Sabrina appeared around the corner, chasing Puck. Elvis sighed. So much for the nap.