A Tale About Discontent
Yvonne had not yet returned. Angelica was still locked in the barren closet, not because Savio wanted to keep her there all that time, but because he had actually forgotten about her when, after the first couple hours being trapped in the closet, she got tired of whining incessantly. So when Angelica began to whine again that day, Savio remembered her and rushed to the closet.
He was just about to let her out when he remembered why she had been in the closet and the first place, and then he got a great idea as she whined, "Let me out! I don't want to be in here anymore! It's awful!"
"The grass isn't always greener on the other side," Savio said, thinking he was very wise.
"But at least on the other side I'm not in a closet!" complained Angelica.
"Then let me tell you a story," said Savio. He loved to tell stories because he thought that when he did he was making Yvonne proud by being like her.
Angelica was concerned that Yvonne was not back yet, even though she had said it would only be a week. Savio was sometimes concerned and then he forgot about all that and went on about his doggy business, like right now, when he was telling Angelica a story. She did not hear all of the story particularly well, since Savio's voice was a bit muffled through the closet door. It was a nice closet door. Actually it was rather like a dungeon door. In fact, most of the doors in that house were like dungeon doors, now that Angelica thought about it.
"Listen! Listen! Listen!" panted Savio from the other side of the closet dungeon door.
"Once upon a time there was a little cow living in a happy green pasture. I like cows, because they taste like hamburger. And then they're really cute, too. Cute hamburgers. This one little cute hamburger's name was Cowbellina. Cowbellina suddenly decided one day that she no longer wanted to stay in her happy little pasture, so she tore the fence down and got to the other side. The other side was a pasture just like the one she'd come from.
Cowbellina was happy in her new pasture for a little while. Then Cowbellina decided again that she wanted to get to the other side. So she tore down the fence and went to another pasture. The new pasture was just like the last two, and Cowbellina loved it.
Then Cowbellina decided..."
Angelica rudely interrupted Savio's story. "Okay, I get it. Cow breaking out of her fence over and over again. Whatever."
"I wasn't done yet," replied Savio. He started again. Angelica braced herself for the same story over and over again. Imagine her surprise.
"Then Cowbellina tore down that fence and got to the other side. The other side wasn't a happy green pasture like all the other ones. It was a barren sad land, and then, when Cowbellina decided to go back to her pasture, she tripped and fell into a pit. But it wasn't just any pit. It was a closet. She broke her way out of the pit-closet somehow, and came to another pasture. The next pasture was full of other cows, all going into a big factory building thing and being turned into cute little maybe not so cute anymore hamburgers. The end."
"But what happened to Cowbellina?" asked Angelica.
"That part of the story is for you to decide," said Savio wisely, almost appearing to become as old as his old Uncle Bosco who didn't like him much. But that's a different story.
"I think I'll decide that after I get out of this closet," said Angelica.
"No. You should stay in the closet," replied Savio. He went to play ball with Veronica. But then Veronica suddenly broke down and would not work anymore. This made Savio very sad, and thinking somehow Angelica could fix it, he went and let her out of the closet.
"I don't know how to fix stuff," was Angelica's reply to his plead.
"Then read the instruction manual!" answered Savio, thrusting the tennis ball throwing oracle ball's instruction manual at her.
Angelica sighed, took the manual, and said, "This is going to be a disaster and I'm going to become a hamburger."
"But at least you'll be a free hamburger," said Savio.
That comment is open to interpretation.
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HEY! this is yvonne
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