I don't know if any of you will be interested in this little story or not. It's about my friend Dewey, who dropped by to see me yesterday. He was here waiting for me when I got home, reading my mail. A little impertinent, don't you think?
No! I will not order you a pizza, Dewey!
Dewey said he would like to sit on the front porch for a while and enjoy the late afternoon sun for a minute. Nice view of the street from here, he said.
It is nice, but I have things to do, Dewey. Let's go inside. C'mon.
I had some housework to take care of before I could pay much attention to Dewey. See how shiny everything is in the bathroom?
How do you like my shower curtain and pretty yellow towels?
I told you, everything sparkles. I'm planning to put a shelf here to hold stuff.
Here's one of my many quilts. It was really nice to sleep under this one last night.
Sometimes I like to turn on my side and look out the windows.
Uh-oh! Dewey! Watch out! There's a madwoman and she has a knife! OH NO MR. BILL!
What's this? Heh. BUBBLE WRAP!
But the real treasure inside is ....
MURDER BY DEWEY. (decimal -- get it?)