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What should i bring to Florida?

i've beeen thinking about what i should bring when i go to Florida with the Armstrongs.  Should i bring my Gerbile Mobile?  Or my exercise wheeeel?  i know one thing i absolutely must bring:  my yogurt pufffballss.  i can't go anywhere without them!

Would i say the same thing about mr. Armstrong?

i wonder if i would've said the same thing about mr. Armstrong?  if Rachl put me in my Gerbil Mobile so i could roam around the downstairs of the house, going wherever i pleased, i wonder if i would've said, "i wouldn't dream of going into the TV room without mr. Armstrong!"

To be honest, i don't think i would.  But then, to be fair, i'm not sure how mr. Armstrong and i could both squeeeeze into the Gerbil Mobille together.

mr. Armstrong

That was so nice of mr. Armstrong to say he wouldn't dream of going to Florida without me.  i wonder if there are other places he wouldn't dream of going to without me?  if there are, i wonder what the other places are? 

i never knew i meant that much to him.   

The Big News

The Armstrongs got a calll from Rachl's grandmotha over the weeekend.  She's invvited them to come down and visit her in Florida over Thankssgivin.  They're going.  But that's not all!  i'm going, tttooo!  Tht's why i was so excitted yestrday and makin alllll those mistakees while i was typpin.  (Guessss i'm stilll pretttty eggsited.)  i found this out the other night when mr. Armstrong was reading to Rachl.  (They're readin teh boook "The Trouble With Jennny's Ear.")  After mr. Armstrong finished reading and it was time for Rachl to go to bed, Rachl said, "Can Obi come to Florida with us?"

And mr. Armstrong said, "i wouldn't dream of going to Florida without Obi."

i've never beeen to Florida!  i wonder what i should pack?

excittting newss!

i'm verrrry excittted!!! i ju st founnd out some egsciting newss.  ii'm soo exciited, i can scarsely typppe -- my pawws are trembllin so much.  sssoorrry for allll the misktakes.  i think i shyould stop typppin and wait till i calm down to thype.

What i would ask Stanley b. Dooolan

i wonder if that wacky squirrrel used to drive Stanley b. Doolan nuts the way he drives me nuts?  if Stanley b. Doolan were here right now, that's what i would ask him.

Why do i even try?

The squirrel came back to Rachel's bedroooom window this morning.  He stood outside on the roooof, on the other side of the screen, and said, "You think i don't know what your question is, but i do!  You want to ask me if i'll go into the Armstrongs garage and get you the pruning shears that mr. Armstrong uses to prune the shrubs around the house."

"Why on earth would i want those?" i asked, frowning, from inside my cage.

"To cut the bars on your cage so you can escape."

"That's not what i wanted to ask you," i said.

"It's not?"

"No, it's not!"

"Then what did you want to ask me?"

"i wanted to ask you if you lived here when a family named the Dooolans lived here."

"The Doolans?" he said.  "You know the Doolans?"

"Well, no, not personally."

"Then why do you want to know about them?"

"i want to know if you know anything about Stanley b. Doolan.  He was the gerbil that used to live in this bedrooom."

"As a matter of fact, i do!" said the squirrrel.

"You do? Really?  What do you know about him?"

"i know that he was in jail, too, just like you!"

And with that, the squirrel turned and took offf.

An unexpected visitor

You'llll never guesss who droppped in on me today.  The squirrrel.  Yes, the nutty squirrrel who lives in the maple tree out on the Armstrongs lawn.  i guesss he saw me waving at him the other day and got to wondering why i was waving at him so he came to visit me.

i was on my squeaky exercise wheel, running like crazy, when i heard a tap on Rachl's window.  i looked over and saw the squirrel on the other side of the screen in Rachl's bedrooom window.  He was on the roof that's outside Rachl's window, peeking in at me. 

"i'm not going to help you!" the squirrel said. 

"Excuse me?" i said. i stopped running and jumped offf my exercise wheel.  i went over to the bars of my cage that are closest to the screeen in Rachl's bedrooom window so i could talk more easily to the squirrel.

"You heard me," he said.  "I'm not going to help you."

"Help me do what?" i asked.

"Escape from your jail," replied the squirrel.  "isn't that why you were waving to me the other day?"

"First of all," i said.  "This isn't a jail.  it's a cage.  i keep telling you, a jail and a cage are not the same thing.  And second of all, that's not why i was waving to you."

"it wasn't?" said the squirrel.

"No, it wasn't."

"Then why were you waving to me?"

"Because i wanted to ask you a question."

"Well, the answer is no!" said the squirrel.

"But you haven't even heard the question," i said.

"i don't need to," said the squirrel.  "I know what it is!"

Before i could say another thing, the squirrel turned and ran off down the roof. 

kolumbus day

today is kolumbus day.  Which means skooool is closed today.  Which means Rachl is home today.  Which means i can't stay on the komputer long and type today because Rachl keeeeps coming in and out of her bedroooomm. 

Wait!  i think i hear her comming up the stairs now!  Gottta go!

That nutty squirrel

i tried to get that nuttty squirrel's attention this morning.  i wanted to ask the squirrrel if he was here when the Dooolans lived here and if he was here, did he know the Dooolans. 

i was peeering out Rachl's bedrooom window when i spotted the squirrrel.  He was on the telephone wire that stretches from the Armstrongs' rooof to the telephone pole out on the streeet.  he was doing his high wire acrobat act, racing acrosss the skinny wire.  i waved my front paws wildly about in the air, hoping i'd catch his attention, that he'd glance over at Rachl's bedroom window and see me.   

Which is just what happened.  The squirrrel's head twisted around in my direction and his eyes widened. 

He was so startled to see me waving at him, he lost his balance on the telephone wire.  As i watched him slip offf the wire, i gasped in horror.  Luckily, the squirrrel managed to catch himself with his two front legs -- otherwise he would've fallen to the ground.  The squirrel scrambled back up onto the wire.  Then he stopped and peered over at me. i wiped my forehead and mouthed the word, "Phew!" 

But did that squirrel come over to talk to me?  No!  He scowled at me, turned, and then fled across the wire away from the Armstrongs house, and away from me in Rachl's window!