Oh, Dear Reader.
I’m feeling a little down today. Sure it’s nice having friends and new hires, but things can turn on you so fast. Guess who’s no longer welcome in his own bed? Me.
Maybe you even saw it coming: Big Mickey and Bernice. I came down from the office yesterday and guess what I found. This:
Bernice mauling Big Mickey on my bed. “Bernice!” I shouted. “Get off of Big Mickey!”
The two of them sat up abruptly, and I could tell right away that Big Mickey didn’t mind being mauled. By Bernice, that trollop, with her tags all hanging out.
“What’s going on?” I asked, hopefully. “Did you fall over?”
Silence was the reply I got. And embarrassed looks.
“Oh, I see,” I said. “I see how it is.”
And that’s how it is dear reader. It’s not the three musketeers any more. It’s Big Mickey and Bernice. And me.
I’ve been keeping busy. I have other things to do than hang out with them.
But, it does hurt to see my bed taken over in such a manner.
And to not even be noticed when I walk into the room.
I think I might find a new bed to sleep on for a while. Even the weasels would treat me better than this.
Your forlorn
Friend,
Mickey
