Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? I had an adventure!
Tipper Allen’s Springtime Story
by Tipper Allen
My momma has been sad this week. Today is the birfday of her bestest friend, but her friend died last fall. And today is Derby Day, when she has a Derby party wif Granny, but Granny died in January.
So last night I said, “It’s Caturday, too. I write your May story on Caturday. So you just read or sumpin, okay?”
So she went to bed.
Sometimes I fink Poppa doesn’t understand a word I meow, but last night it was like he did: He asked Momma to leave the back door open so he could catch a couple of breezes (that’s sumpin my #4 Hooman Sister used to say and Momma taught me). So I just kept pushing on the screen door until it opened. And I got out!
Poppa didn’t know it, because he was watching politicks on his puter. Momma didn’t know it, because I sent her to bed to read.
I got out! I didn’t stay on the porch, either!
You know how, when you’re inside, the night looks all blackety outside? It’s not that blackety outside! It was pretty blackety, all right, but a little lightery, too. Everything was kind of swooshery, and the sky had a little leak in it and my fur got wet.
I’m not telling where I went. Okay, I’ll tell. I didn’t go very far. Did you know there’s more to the outside than what you can see through the window? I mean, I know there’s the vet’s, and I can’t see that through the window, but I kind of thought the car was magic and just made the house turn into a vet’s office and the yard turn into a parking lot. But no! There’s really real places beside your own house!
I heard Poppa open the rumbly basement door, which he never does at night. He came out wif a flashlight and flashed it all around, but I stayed under the tree. When he rumbled the door closed and went back in, I went sploring again.
It was BO-ring! No birds and squirrels, like I like to watch in the daytime. I heard some night-time birds, but I couldn’t see them. I didn’t even see any mouse-birds. Maybe cause it was raining.
Then Momma started calling me. Poppa must have got her up. She turned on the porch lights, and she went to one door and called me, then she went to the other door and called me. She went back and forth and back and forth.
I felt sorry for her, but I didn’t want to come back, so I didn’t. But then I did. I wasn’t scared, I just didn’t want her to worry. But I was kind of mad at her for bringing Sweetie Pie to live with us, so I didn’t come up on the porch and holler. I just stood up next to the porch in the light, so she could see me. If she really loved me, she would see me before very long.
Sure enough, I hadn’t been there long enough to get wet from the rain when she looked out and saw me. She talked sweet to me, but I just looked away. I thought about running off when she got close, but I didn’t want to. I let her pick me up and bring me in.
She hollered up the stairs to Poppa that she “got” me — Ha! She knew and I knew she knew and she knew I knew she knew that I let myself get got!
“Why did you do that?” she said, and she petteded me the whole time. “Why did you run off? You’re my best boy!”
“Better than Sweetie Pie?”
“You’re a much better boy than Sweetie Pie!”
Sweetie Pie’s a girl, but I’m still a better boy than she is! So there, Sweetie Pie!
MY PROMPTS TODAY: A true story!