I woke up one morning and went into the dining room to find this grisly scene:
My guess is that [The Mop] was jealous of what [The Broom] had going with [The Dustpan] and decided the only way he could get in on that action was to bump off [The Broom]. But apparently it didn't work, because now [The Dustpan] won't have anything to do with him.
That's life in our neighborhood.

We figured out later that Elsie had just left half a popsicle on the chair (that you can see the leg of in the picture) overnight and it melted.
ReplyDeleteBut, honestly, that story's pretty boring.