They Moved My Bowl (2 page)

“O.K., laugh, but this is going to be my ticket out of here.”

“It’s O.K. I’m not really in the mood, either.”

“I’m back. Move.”

“The special, sir. Shall I spread it out or will you knock it over yourself?”

“If elected I promise to fetch, beg and roll over.”

“I do what they tell me, I eat what they give me. How do I know they’re not a cult?”

“Well, it’s not my fault. You can see that it says‘Gourmet’ right on the can.”

“Front yard. All’s quiet. Over and out.”

“I’m not angry, I’m just
very
disappointed.”

“It’s been moved that we adjourn for an afternoon nap. Is there a second?”

“And what do you think will happen if you
do
get on the couch?”

“The bidding will start at eleven million dollars.”