“Nemo, why are we moving all th
e stuff in the dining room and living room into the kitchen?”
“The rug cleaners are coming.”
“What about us?”
“We’re going someplace else. You can’t walk in here after they’re done, the rugs are sticky and wet.”
“Yuck! I’m already wet, just as soon as Momma Dog smelled that dead opposum on me this morning, she plunked me into the sink in the mudroom. I had myself smelling just right. No croc could detect me underneath that smell. Now I smell like spring flowers. Krikey! I bet Steve Irwin’s dog didn’t smell like flowers.”
“Bet she didn’t smell like dead opossum either! Get away from me and stop shaking water on me”
Shake, shake, shake.