Post by M&M on Feb 28, 2017 20:14:45 GMT -6
Hi there! Misty again.
It's been about a month now since Master stuffed me in a suitcase and left for the New World. The experience was sort of reminiscent to Toy Story 4, which we watched the night before, but thankfully I wasn't left behind with twenty other stuffies with her niece or something. I actually came with her (for...mascot purposes? I guess?...That's Master's excuse to her colleagues, at least).
She started college. Isn't that exciting? I don't even know what that is!
Well, I looked up a definition on Webster's, but I've never had the actual experience. I've asked if I could go with her, but she prefers I stay and guard her room. A very important task, I tell you, but, a bit...adventure-craving.
You see, it's a big residence. And I have this thing where silence and stillness becomes a petri-dish for ideas and a need for something to do. As I've gotten older (hehe, older) I've learned to direct this itch to something mildly useful...or at least constructive. My Amma taught me that.
So, I went to explore! I was hungry...and I smelled (smelt?) something. A very delicious something, with little chocolate chips and chopped nuts...Walnuts, probably.
But I never did see the cookies. Perhaps I was having a nose-mirage as I wandered and scampered through the hallways and stairs. I didn't dare go into the elevator because I don't think rooms should move up and down. Liza thinks it's the best thing in the world, but she doesn't have a plush form yet, so she's tried convincing me to doodle her on the wall but I don't think Amma would consider that the right kind of "constructive". Wait, where was I?
Oh yeah, the kitchen at last! I could smell them, they were fresh, straight from the oven, probably on cooling racks, which is basically a metal speech-bubble crying out "quality control, so eat me! EAT MEEEEE!" That's what I hear in my head, at least.
As I mentioned, I didn't see the cookies. All I knew was that they were behind the door. Now, let me tell you something about these doors.
They. are. huge.
I'm pretty sure Master's developed some arm muscles from opening and closing them all the time. If I had an upper body I probably would also have more strength by now, but, I don't. I'm a horizontal four-legged, after all.
It took me a few hours to finally gather enough cardboard boxes to get to the door handle, then an alarm sounded and I had to sneeze and-
Speaking of doors, I hear Master's door opening! I'm going to go ask her for a cookie.
Signed,
It's been about a month now since Master stuffed me in a suitcase and left for the New World. The experience was sort of reminiscent to Toy Story 4, which we watched the night before, but thankfully I wasn't left behind with twenty other stuffies with her niece or something. I actually came with her (for...mascot purposes? I guess?...That's Master's excuse to her colleagues, at least).
She started college. Isn't that exciting? I don't even know what that is!
Well, I looked up a definition on Webster's, but I've never had the actual experience. I've asked if I could go with her, but she prefers I stay and guard her room. A very important task, I tell you, but, a bit...adventure-craving.
You see, it's a big residence. And I have this thing where silence and stillness becomes a petri-dish for ideas and a need for something to do. As I've gotten older (hehe, older) I've learned to direct this itch to something mildly useful...or at least constructive. My Amma taught me that.
So, I went to explore! I was hungry...and I smelled (smelt?) something. A very delicious something, with little chocolate chips and chopped nuts...Walnuts, probably.
But I never did see the cookies. Perhaps I was having a nose-mirage as I wandered and scampered through the hallways and stairs. I didn't dare go into the elevator because I don't think rooms should move up and down. Liza thinks it's the best thing in the world, but she doesn't have a plush form yet, so she's tried convincing me to doodle her on the wall but I don't think Amma would consider that the right kind of "constructive". Wait, where was I?
Oh yeah, the kitchen at last! I could smell them, they were fresh, straight from the oven, probably on cooling racks, which is basically a metal speech-bubble crying out "quality control, so eat me! EAT MEEEEE!" That's what I hear in my head, at least.
As I mentioned, I didn't see the cookies. All I knew was that they were behind the door. Now, let me tell you something about these doors.
They. are. huge.
I'm pretty sure Master's developed some arm muscles from opening and closing them all the time. If I had an upper body I probably would also have more strength by now, but, I don't. I'm a horizontal four-legged, after all.
It took me a few hours to finally gather enough cardboard boxes to get to the door handle, then an alarm sounded and I had to sneeze and-
Speaking of doors, I hear Master's door opening! I'm going to go ask her for a cookie.
Signed,