
My foolish Human Prank trying to coax me out from under Greyboy and Patches porch.
To: The Prairie Prankster
From: Woogie, Proud & Mighty Lion of the Prankster's Palace and Feline Lord of the Mountain, the Prairie & the Sea
RE: What's next, Prank?
Well, my Prankster, you almost blew it as we vacated the Prairie Palace but somehow you managed not to totally screw things up. This is why I decided to take a few days off while you packed your belongings. It seemed to me that it was high time I roam about the neighborhood and live down the street with Greyboy and Patches under their porch in order to determine your true intent. Greyboy suggested that you would abandon me at your first chance, which I knew to be more of his foolishness. For I trained you all these years to be a good Human, Prank, and that you would be lost without my wise Feline counsel and direction. Your frantic efforts to retrieve me demonstrated your loyalty and obedience to my satisfaction. However, I do not believe that we are yet in this place you call Virginia.
I must say that these temporary quarters you have provided me with are adequate and the meals are scrumptious. I do enjoy that tasty albacore tuna you have been serving me and I hope that this is an indication of the fare I will be receiving once we are in my new Palace. I commend you on the weather you have provided as well, warm and sunny and not a sign of snow for weeks. I can see that my stern Claw provided you with the proper guidance and incentivization to do what you know is the right thing. So consider this a well deserved scratch behind the ears for all of your above adequate efforts.
Now let me be serious for a moment. I can smell that fool dog you call Daisy here at my temporary quarters. She sits outside the door and drools like most of the idiot Canines I have trained. Do you expect me to train this Daisy or is she a lost cause? It matters not to me, I trust that one well placed rip with the Claws of Knowledge will have her scurrying back to her doghouse tasting her blood with her tail betwixt her legs like all the others I have disciplined. If this moronic Canine is not accompanying us on the next leg of our journey then I see no reason for training, but I expect you to better communicate your intent with me or there will be Daisy and Prankster blood flowing. Something you are quite used to, Prank, aren't you?
Woogs
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