Blueberries for Horatio
I love blueberries. I could eat them at every meal or even every hour of the day. Unfortunately, Mom won't let me do this. She thinks I'll get a stomach ache or something. I think that's a bunch of hogwash. What gives me a stomach ache are the dadgum vegetables and other only moderately edible foods she tries to stuff into my mouth. Woof. Ok....I'll admit. Salmon is pretty darn good. I've been eating that like it's going out of style.
Today, I was sitting on the floor in my room, just playing with my new toys. That's when I heard, "Pssssssst." It was coming from the toy basket. I heard it again. "Pssssssst."
Then...
"Pssssssssssssssssssssssssst, hey, you, kid. It's Horatio." The shark smiled, revealing his "pearly whites."
I replied, "Are you Mexican? What kind of name is that?"
"No, not a Mexican...just a shark. And, by the way, it's a stealthy name. Alright, kiddo, I'm famished. I heard you've got access to some blueberries. I really like blueberries. They keep the blue tint in my cartilage a perfect hue, if you know what I mean. Can you get me some? Oh, and I also heard that you've been eating some salmon and chicken and eggs and sausage and cheese and chocolate cake. I'll take all of those 'to-go.' You can hold the veggies, though. Errr....and can you throw in several ketchup and mayo packets? If there is any barbecue sauce, I'll take some of that too. I'm talking about the little barbecue sauce packs from Chick-Fil-A. Got all of that? Maybe you should write it down. I'd like to wash all of this down with some IBC root beer. Ok? Ok. Thanks, REALLY appreciate it."
I was a little taken aback by Horatio's request. But, I knew he hadn't eaten in several days. Locke keeps telling me that sharks like to eat anything that moves...pretty much anything that's not a plant. So, I figured I had better get this dude's order filled. I've been sleeping pretty close to Locke at night. He promises to give the shark a good ol' "pounding" if he tries to eat me at night. Mountbatten has decided to sleep in the car. His excuse: He's allergic to Boudreaux's Butt Paste. To be within 10 feet of it makes him sneeze. Hmmmm....It never seemed to bother him until Horatio showed up. Coincidence? I think not.
Today, I was sitting on the floor in my room, just playing with my new toys. That's when I heard, "Pssssssst." It was coming from the toy basket. I heard it again. "Pssssssst."
Then...
"Pssssssssssssssssssssssssst, hey, you, kid. It's Horatio." The shark smiled, revealing his "pearly whites."
I replied, "Are you Mexican? What kind of name is that?"
"No, not a Mexican...just a shark. And, by the way, it's a stealthy name. Alright, kiddo, I'm famished. I heard you've got access to some blueberries. I really like blueberries. They keep the blue tint in my cartilage a perfect hue, if you know what I mean. Can you get me some? Oh, and I also heard that you've been eating some salmon and chicken and eggs and sausage and cheese and chocolate cake. I'll take all of those 'to-go.' You can hold the veggies, though. Errr....and can you throw in several ketchup and mayo packets? If there is any barbecue sauce, I'll take some of that too. I'm talking about the little barbecue sauce packs from Chick-Fil-A. Got all of that? Maybe you should write it down. I'd like to wash all of this down with some IBC root beer. Ok? Ok. Thanks, REALLY appreciate it."
I was a little taken aback by Horatio's request. But, I knew he hadn't eaten in several days. Locke keeps telling me that sharks like to eat anything that moves...pretty much anything that's not a plant. So, I figured I had better get this dude's order filled. I've been sleeping pretty close to Locke at night. He promises to give the shark a good ol' "pounding" if he tries to eat me at night. Mountbatten has decided to sleep in the car. His excuse: He's allergic to Boudreaux's Butt Paste. To be within 10 feet of it makes him sneeze. Hmmmm....It never seemed to bother him until Horatio showed up. Coincidence? I think not.
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