Peace and Quiet
In a tub, in a house, on a farm, in the middle of nowhere, were two small eyes. These two eyes looked over the edge of the tub and surveyed the dark living room. It was still in the wee hours of the morning. The eyes disappeared. A moment later they appeared again followed by two more eyes and then two heads and four hooves then two large bellies and four more hooves.
Truth and Thor
“Thor, we are free,” said little Truth in a victorious tone. She looked around the large, silent house.
“We can do anything we want. What do you want to do
“I am kinda hungry,” said Thor in a voice that revealed he was not as excited about the venture as his little sister was.
“Let’s look around first,” said Truth, totally ignoring Thor’s remark and taking off before he could object. She started by looking around the living-room then sniffing under the couches. She climbed up on top the couch and began to bounce.
“Hey, Thor, this is fun. Come join me!” she called. But Thor, who was hungry and too fat to climb on to the couch, walked over to the bookshelf right next to the couch and began nibbling on one of the books.
“I just can’t quite get my mouth around it,” Thor thought. “Maybe if I took it out of the shelf I could just nibble the corners and the farmers would never notice.”
Thor began to paw at it and tug at it with his mouth until the book lay on the floor, along with a few others he could not stop from coming out with it. He carefully nibble at the corners until suddenly, “Flump”, a large pillow fell from the couch and covered the little goat. Thor took off running and screaming dragging the book with him. He was so surprised at the sudden attack, he ran around in pure darkness covered by the heavy object until he finally ran into a wall. From above him came a little giggle. He looked up to see Truth standing on the couch next to another large pillow.
“Flump.” He found himself under another pillow. Only this time he did not freak out. Instead, he shrugged off the pillow and attempted to scale the couch to get to his laughing sister. But he was just too fat. She did one large back flip than jumped over him and took off running into the kitchen.
Thor went leaping after her. By the time he got to the kitchen, she was nowhere to be seen.
“Truth? Truth? Where are you?” he cried, as he began to see how dark and lonely the kitchen really was.
“Boo!” shouted Truth, as she jumped out from under the table cloth then giggled and ducked back in. As soon as Thor overcame his fright, he dived under the table but only hit the leg of a chair. There came a soft giggle from behind the table cloth.
“I will get you,” he yelled then charged under the table. But there was no Truth under there.
“Ha, you can’t get me!” called Truth from on top of the table.
“Oh yeah?” said Thor as he grabbed the table cloth and tugged with all his might.
Down came Truth, the table cloth, and the decorations that filled the center of the table (most of which were glass). The noise scared both goats so much that they took off in a fast run out of the kitchen, through the
living room, and did not stop until they ran into a door. They had been going so fast that they both bounced off the door, and the door popped open.
“I wonder what is in here?” Truth said as soon as she had stopped seeing stars.
“Truth, maybe we should get back into our tub. I am hungry,” Thor sniffed. But the little goat passed through the dark doorway. Thor, not wanting to be pranked by his sister anymore, followed close behind her.
“Don’t Jump On It!”
“I wonder what that is?” said Truth pointing towards a large object. “I think that is a bed …” Thor was starting to say but Truth jumped up on top of it.
“It is even better than the couch. It is so much better to jump on,” said Truth, as she flipped into the air.
The farm boy let out a blood curdling scream as he suddenly woke from his sleep to something landing on him. He threw aside his blankets and jumped from bed to turn on the lights. Poor little Truth was all wrapped up in the blankets, but fortunately started to cry.
“Truth is that you?” the boy said, setting down his baseball bat and rescuing the baby from the blankets. A soft little cry came from under the bed.
“Thor, what are you doing there?” the boy said, as he reached under the bed and grabbed the other baby.
“You poor things; I am sorry I scared you. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll give you a bottle and cuddle with you, and even leave on a nightlight when I put you back to …” The light from his doorway illuminated the messy
living room and kitchen.
No one knows what happened next, but it is certain that neither baby got their an bottle, nor did they get put back to bed. But rather, they got shipped out to the barn where they will have to spend the rest of their nights. Never again will they be able to return to the house. They are permanently exiled to a place where they can’t cause any more damage.
Or can they?