i haven't been able to warn mr. Smithers about those three cats and their three New Year's resolushuns. But don't worry, he's still safe.
I couldn't do it yesterday because Rachl, Craig, and the twins, Betsy and Susie (the human twins Betsy and Susie, not the gold fish twins) were all home from skoool. I guess it was a holiday or somethin and skoool was closed. mr. Armstrong was home, too. Anyway, I knew those threee cats wouldn't dare try to do anything sinister while all the Armstrongs were home.
So I went down today to warn mr. Smithers. I snuck into the secret passageway and followed it down to the TV room, where mr. Smithers, the parrot, lives with Mack, the old yellow Lab, and the gold fish, Betsy and Susie. As I got closer to the little hole that lets you out into the TV room, I heard strange voices and all this clapping in the TV room. It was the TV. It was on!
"That's odd!" I said. "What's the TV doin on at this time of day?" Nobody was home except mrs. Armstrong and she doesn't watch TV during the day. "So what's the TV doin on?" I wondered.
When I got to the litttle hole, I peeked out into the TV room. To my surprise, it was mrs. Armstrong watchin TV. She was sittin on the couch, with the threee cats, gazin at the TV set.
On the TV I heard a voice saying what a historic day this was -- Barack Obama was about to take the oath of office to become the next president of the United States. I glanced at the TV and saw two men in coats standing outside on a platform surrounded by a huge crowd of humans. Each man had one hand on top of an old book and the other hand raised in the air. One man was white, the other black. Then I glanced back at mrs. Armstrong.
Was I imagin it or did mrs. Armstrong have tears in her eyes?
I watched as the black man, who the TV said was Barack Obama, then gave a speech to the huge crowd of humans. He gave a very stirring speech. Even I, as a gerbil, felt goosebumps as he spoke to all those thousands and thousands of humans. As I listened, I said to myself, "I like this Barack Obama!" I also really like his name. It's kind of like, well, Obi.
Obama .... Obi!
i knew that as long as mrs. Armstrong was in the TV room, mr. Smithers was safe. There was no way those threee cats would dare try anything with mrs. Armstrong in the same rooom.
So I turned and hurried back up through the secret passageway to Rachl's bedroom.
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