A Most Insulting Letter
THE CHRONICLES
Dear Chronicle,
Something deeply insulting has occurred.
Yesterday, I received a letter from Giggle Sprout.
At first, it appeared perfectly innocent.
It was not.
He wrote:
Dear Skipper-Bloo,
I hope you don't feel too embarrassed about what happened.
I'm sure anyone would have wanted to see what was going on next door.
I suppose you had to improvise a little.
Poking your nose through the wooden slats was certainly one way to do it.
Although perhaps next time, you might want to use binoculars.
That might save your nose from getting squished between the boards.
Just a thought.
Your friend,
Giggle Sprout
PS: Thanks for the laugh.
I read that last sentence three times.
And that thing about being embarrassed?
I wasn't embarrassed.
At least, not when it happened.
Now I am.
I can always count on that Brussels sprout to make me feel shorter than I actually am.
For the record, I was simply trying to see what was happening next door.
There was a robot lawn mower.
A robot lawn mower!
It was moving around all by itself, and I wanted to know what it was doing.
Unfortunately, the privacy screen is rather tall.
Too tall for me to see over it.
So I found another way.
I put my nose through the slats.
Dachshunds have long noses.
That's what they're for.
I was conducting an investigation.
With my nose.
And it worked perfectly well.
Until Giggle Sprout started laughing.
I still don't see what was so funny.
