Jack and Locke
I have a tiger, now. He's pretty much the best darned tiger ever. I've had my eye on him for quite some time.
For several days now, Mom and I go to the BX in the afternoons after my nap. First, we stop at the ceramics store where the Korean lady makes faces at me and speaks in gibberish. I'm never going to learn their language until they stop babying me. Then, we go to the toy section, and it's the greatest. Mom takes toys off the shelves, and I get to play with them. I wish she'd take them out of the box. When other kids roll by in their shopping carts, I know they're jealous. After all, I get a special trip to the toy section nearly everyday. Ahhh...bask in envy, my friends. (What they don't realize is that most of my entertainment is somewhere between Los Angeles and Tokyo!) After testing out the lights and buttons on nearly every toy, we go to the flower shop to look at the fish and the TIGERS!
Those tigers just wouldn't leave me alone. One in particular would growl at me and tell me, "Hit the road, Jack." All of the others would say, "Pick me, pick me, pick me." They were a needy group and quite annoying. But, then, there was that one, and he'd slyly say, "I'mmmm going to eat you up!" I replied, "Back off, Mister. I've got a pocket knife." When we'd leave the store, I'd turn around and look at this tiger. He had a sad face. He had so much potential, but he was stuck with a group of ninnies.
Every time we went to see the tigers, I'd make a concerted effort to pull this tiger's tail. He'd simply reply, "Hit the road, Jack." I really liked this tiger.
Well, today, he's mine.
For several days now, Mom and I go to the BX in the afternoons after my nap. First, we stop at the ceramics store where the Korean lady makes faces at me and speaks in gibberish. I'm never going to learn their language until they stop babying me. Then, we go to the toy section, and it's the greatest. Mom takes toys off the shelves, and I get to play with them. I wish she'd take them out of the box. When other kids roll by in their shopping carts, I know they're jealous. After all, I get a special trip to the toy section nearly everyday. Ahhh...bask in envy, my friends. (What they don't realize is that most of my entertainment is somewhere between Los Angeles and Tokyo!) After testing out the lights and buttons on nearly every toy, we go to the flower shop to look at the fish and the TIGERS!
Those tigers just wouldn't leave me alone. One in particular would growl at me and tell me, "Hit the road, Jack." All of the others would say, "Pick me, pick me, pick me." They were a needy group and quite annoying. But, then, there was that one, and he'd slyly say, "I'mmmm going to eat you up!" I replied, "Back off, Mister. I've got a pocket knife." When we'd leave the store, I'd turn around and look at this tiger. He had a sad face. He had so much potential, but he was stuck with a group of ninnies.
Every time we went to see the tigers, I'd make a concerted effort to pull this tiger's tail. He'd simply reply, "Hit the road, Jack." I really liked this tiger.
Well, today, he's mine.
Sarah- you are so funny and creative!! Cant wait to meet Jack and the crazy tigher:)
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