Tattle Tail Tuesday: My Mommie and Skippy
Today I am going to tell you a true story about my Mommie, the outlaw.
This is my Mommie many, many, many, many, many, many years ago. Decades ago! Maybe even an entire century ago! I was very surprised to find this photo because I did not know cameras were invented then. This is a picture of a picture, that's why it looks No Good. I cannot explain why her hairdo was No Good.
Back then, my Mommie had a pet hamster named Percival. You could call him Percy for short. Here is a picture of the hamster. Sorry the picture is all scratched up. I did not do that. I promise.
So, after Percy went to the Rainbow Bridge, my Mommie really wanted a gerbil. Here is a picture of what a gerbil looks like:
But back then, my Mommie lived in a place called California. Gerbils are illegal there! But my Mommie and Daddie used to go to Nevada all the time to ski or go to the casinos. So, they went on a roadtrip to Nevada and bought a little gerbil there. His name was Skippy, after the TV show called "Skippy the Bush Kangaroo." The pet shop sold Skippy in a little cardboard box with round holes for air. Sort of like a Chinese food take-out container. Only no food was in there.Here is my best imagination of what the trip home with Skippy was like. Except the car stayed on the road. And this was my Mommie's car from only about 10 years ago. If you biggify, you can see her big scream. Hahahahaha!
This is the outlaw part. My Mommie had to hide Skippy when they went through the California/Nevada agricultural checkpoint. She just stuck him under her jacket and tried to look innocent. Then, during the entire drive home, Skippy was gnawing and gnawing on the holes of his container and making them bigger! He would gnaw on one hole, and my Mommie would cover it with her finger. Then he would gnaw on another hole! He almost escaped! My Mommie had to keep saying to my Daddie "Can't you go any faster? Hurry! Hurry!" Finally, and just in time, Skippy made it to his new home and lived happily ever after. Until Skippy had to go to the Rainbow Bridge, too. It seems that many stories end this way.I hope my Mommie does not get in trouble because I told this story. I am pretty sure that the statute of limitations ran out a few decades ago.
I do not recommend breaking the law.
