So this is my first late post, my deepest apologies, I had a pretty good track record but this last Wednesday was crazy and I've been fighting a cold (that Kate gave me) :-) so it was pretty rough. I hope you guys enjoy this product of my woozy headed sickness. Thanks for reading everybody :-)
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| Pictured here is The Grump (last week was George, you can totally tell) |
Where did we leave off?
Oh that’s right! Donald was fretting about what to do and
losing sleep. His mother had said to clean his room by today but he didn’t want
to lose his little dust bunny friends (George and The Grump).
Donald wasn’t a fan of serious talks. He knew he was better
off than Kyle down the street who complained about getting spankings but he
still dreaded what might happen to him if he let the whole day go by with out
cleaning his room.
At first he tried his best to pick up only the toys that
wouldn’t disturb the dust bunnies. He started with his legos but as the day
drew on he came to realize that he would have to clean under his bed.
When Donald looked out the window he realized that the sky
was turning orange, a sure sign that his Mom would be home soon and that the
day was almost done. He lifted up the bed skirt on his bed and called out to
George and The Grump.
“By golly Donald! Must you yell so loud? I was pushed up
against the wall for nearly 5 seconds because of your mighty exhale!” The Grump
grumped.
“I’m sorry Grump, it’s just that I don’t know what to do, my
mom will be back any second and I must clean my room.”
“Well it looks like it’s back to the vacuum for us George,”
The Grump said, saddened.
“Not the Vacuum! There’s barely any room to play in the
vacuum!” George cried out.
“Now guys, I don’t want you to get vacuumed up! We’re
friends.”
“We’re friends?” asked the Grump
“Well of course we are!”
“We’re friends!” cheered George.
“As happy as this may be, we won’t be friends for very long
if I don’t find a way to clean my room…” Donald was suddenly brought back to
his sadness.
Donald and the Dustbunnies sat for a moment considering all
their possibilities.
“Just don’t clean your room!” Said George.
“Lock your mom out and we’ll be fine,” said The Grump.
“No guys, that won’t work. We need a better idea.”
Suddenly a small voice was heard from the other side of the
room.
“I have an idea,” it said softly.
“Who was that?” replied Donald.
The room was quiet.
Donald began looking around the room asking softly, “where
are you?”
The Grump and George floated around the floor, exploring
every crevice.
“Do you see anything,” asked George.
“Well of course not,” replied The Grump.
And just then the small voice returned, “I’m right here.”
Donald turned his head to the dresser on the other side of
the room.
“Where is here?” asked Donald.
“Well right here of course!” replied to voice with a giggle.
Donald slide across the floor quickly, stopping just before
the dresser and peering his head under the tiny crack that separated it from
the floor.
“I can see you,” said the voice.
“But I can’t see you,” replied Donald.
Donald signaled over to George and The Grump, who both came
over quickly. He pointed to the crack under the dresser. George shrugged but
The Grump knew what to do and slid under the crack.
“Do you see her,” asked Donald quietly.
The Grump didn’t respond.
Just then George got an idea. He tried to tell Donald with
out using his words. He shook his whole body and pointed at the dresser, but
since dust bunnies don’t have arms or legs necessarily his game of charades
didn’t help, not to mention Donald was never very good at charades and George
was less than a quarter inch tall. (Kyle was always good at charades).
Donald squinted down to George and tried to see what he was
saying but it didn’t help.
“Oh just tell me already!” cried Donald. His voice sent
George skating across the floor.
George picked himself up quickly. “Take out the dresser
drawer!”
“Oh George, you’re brilliant!”
Donald, with very little help from George, pulled of the
drawer and sent all of his unders and socks flying across the room. All of a
sudden there was a chorus of voices cheering. Tons of little dust bunnies were
all hiding under the dresser.
“Sorry, I got distracted,” said The Grump with a smile.
“Oh my, now what am I going to do!” cried Donald whose
predicament went from bad to worse in a matter of seconds.
“Well I have an idea, remember,” said the tiny voice.
“Well then please tell me,” said Donald, defeated.
“I’m just not sure if it’s a good idea,” said the voice.
“Don’t be scared… oh I don’t even know your name, I’m so
sorry,” said Donald. “I’m Donald.”
“Well I know that, you’re kind of a big deal around here.”
“I am?”
“You’re the only reason were here Donald, of course you’re a
big deal,” said George.
“My name’s Daisy,” said Daisy shyly.
“Daisy is a wonderful name, and I’m sure someone with such a
wonderful name would have a wonderful idea,” said Donald.
“Well, okay…” Daisy said. “It’s just, I’m not so sure it
will work. Does your mom look under your bed?”
“She said she would.”
Daisy looked sad, “I told you it wasn’t a good idea.”
“We could build a wall under the bed with all these socks
and underpants!” said George.
“That would never work,” said The Grump.
“Oh but of course it would!” Said Donald. “Everyone grab
some socks and some legos, I’ve got an idea!”
Donald looked down at Daisy, “I mean, Daisy has an idea.”
Donald smiled.
Will the plan work or will all of their work not work as
planned? Find out next week when Donald, Daisy, George, The Grump and the rest
of the Dust Bunnies try to build a fortress under Donald’s bed in Pt. 3 of
Donald and the Dust Bunnies!
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