A Tale of Two Tails (2010)
A Tale of Two Tails
““Here, boy,” I called out. “Come on, Cheerio.”
There was no answer.
We went inside and I looked on my bed, expecting to see him sound asleep on my pillow. But he wasn’t there. I checked all his other favorite hangout spots, like the floor of my closet, where I keep a huge stuffed flamingo I won at Coney Island by throwing ping-pong balls into little dishes floating in water. He likes to cuddle up next to the flamingo’s soft neck. But he wasn’t there, either.
“Here, Cheerio,” I called, moving as...ide the straw basket I use as a dirty clothes hamper. No answer. I bent down and checked under the bed, where he sometimes sleeps with his nose tucked into my furry slipper.
“He’s not here,” I said. “Let’s check out the rest of the apartment.”
Frankie and Ashley and I went looking in all Cheerio’s other favorite places. The fluffy blue rug in front of the bathtub. Under my parents’ bed. On the arm of the couch in the living room.
“Cheerio, where are you, boy?”MoreLess
There was no answer.
We went inside and I looked on my bed, expecting to see him sound asleep on my pillow. But he wasn’t there. I checked all his other favorite hangout spots, like the floor of my closet, where I keep a huge stuffed flamingo I won at Coney Island by throwing ping-pong balls into little dishes floating in water. He likes to cuddle up next to the flamingo’s soft neck. But he wasn’t there, either.
“Here, Cheerio,” I called, moving as...ide the straw basket I use as a dirty clothes hamper. No answer. I bent down and checked under the bed, where he sometimes sleeps with his nose tucked into my furry slipper.
“He’s not here,” I said. “Let’s check out the rest of the apartment.”
Frankie and Ashley and I went looking in all Cheerio’s other favorite places. The fluffy blue rug in front of the bathtub. Under my parents’ bed. On the arm of the couch in the living room.
“Cheerio, where are you, boy?”MoreLess
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