Brussels Sprouts & Matters of Dignity
THE CHRONICLES
Dear Chronicle,
Today, I spent a considerable amount of time observing my Correspondence Pile.
It is a dignified pile. It does not speak unless spoken to, and it understands the importance of proper letter order.
I was hoping to find a letter from Giggle Sprout.
An apology, to be precise.
I have been waiting patiently, although I see no reason why I should have to wait at all.
After all, I was conducting a perfectly legitimate investigation next door. The fact that my nose became temporarily trapped between two wooden slats is entirely beside the point.
Giggle Sprout, however, seems to find this extremely amusing.
I have decided that he needs to understand the seriousness of the matter.
So I practiced my most dignified expression in front of the mirror.
It is a difficult expression to maintain when one keeps remembering a certain Brussels sprout laughing.
I may need a larger mirror.
In the meantime, I have been considering my next move.
Perhaps I should write him a letter explaining exactly why there was nothing funny about the entire incident.
Although I suspect he would laugh at that, too.
And Dachshund noses are not a laughing matter.
What's wrong with that guy?
