“Who escaped?”
“Simon and Garfunkle, they’re gone”
Are you sure? They’re not just hiding behind the wheel?”
"I’m sure. I looked everywhere and they are nowhere in the room.”
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shitty, shit, shit. “Bekah’s going to have a bird!”
He ran into the house to check for himself and tripped over the large, orange ‘Mancoon' tabby, laying sprawled out across the hallway. Eugene just yawned and rolled over. “Bloody cat!”
Brad stopped, turned and looked at Eugene. "I don't suppose you know where they are."
“I got to go to Fin, Fur and Feather, to find replacement Simon and Garfunkle’s, before Bekkah gets home from school.”
“Fifty bucks for a pair of mice! You have got to be kidding?”
“Price depends on what the market will bear,” replied, the owner.”
“And what the hell does that mean, in the land of reason and common sense?”
“It means that; I’m the only pet store in town, these are the last white mice in the store and you have the smell of a desperate man.”
Brad threw the money on the counter and exited the store. You were always were an A-Hole, Jack Dawkins!
Brad was looking at his warm beer and soggy sandwich when Bekkah got home. She entered the house and went upstairs to her room.
“Do you think she will notice?” Asked Brenda.
Before Brad could answer, there was a loud scream.
“Daddy, Mommy, I went to put Simon and Garfunkle back and there are two other mice in their cage.”
“What do you mean, you went to put Simon and Garfunkle back?”
“I brought them to school for, 'Show and Tell', but now they have friends in their cage. May we keep them?”
Shi…FIFTY BUCKS!
