Day Four Hundred and Eighty

Miss Pancake   

I got up in the middle of the night. After I was fast asleep in my little house.

Because Zita took Niamh to the aeroport and I had to go and mind them. My goodness.

But Niamh was not even a bit late. That was good.

And when we got home Zita and I had a middle of the night breakfast together.

Then we went back to fast asleep on the comfy big bed.

And I got Craig’s feet as warm as could be. Ha.

And when we got up we had another breakfast.

But we could not go to the farm today. 

Because last night there was freezey rain and everything was all covered over in ice. 

Zita and Niamh had to put on the special stick in the slippy ice covers for their shoes.

So they would not fall down and get broken. 

So I did not do any fast running this morning.

Because we did not want to fall down at all. 

Even our aeroplanes sometimes get too icy.

But we have big machines that make our aeroplanes shiny clean.

Niamh sent me a picture.

We always go on aeroplanes from our country because we know all about ice. 

So our aeroplanes do not just fall down when it gets all icy outside. 

That is very good for us.

So I had to do my homework with Zita instead of going to our farm. Oh well.

Then when Craig was all awake he talked to a doctor on his flat computer, because he is going to the hospital. 

And tomorrow they will use a very big like a doughnut machine to look inside him. My goodness.

Mister Clifford will take Craig and Zita there. Maybe they will find real doughnuts for us. 

Our computer told us that Niamh band Tarryn and Sach’s aeroplane did not get lost even one time.

So they are all there in Mexico. My goodness me.

There is not any ice there, just sand. 

After Zita and I were finished our work Zita got the big ice chopper and chopped up lots of the too slippy ice.

I sat in the fast car so I could mind her. And not have to wear my boots. 

Then the fast car took us to the hardware store to get some do not slip here sand. My goodness me. 

When we were there I practiced my nice walking and my very polite staying still. 

So I got a tasty treat. 

Today is the special day for our Badgers.

Because they are Scotsmen. 

Maybe that is why they got new bonnets. Maybe. 

Today is when the Scotsmen drink very old whiskey and read sad stories out loud, and cry, but only just a bit. 

Scotsmen only cry a bit. It is a rule.

Sometimes they sing too. And wave their swords around. And dance on top of them. Oh my goodness. 

But we did not have to eat sheeps insides. 

We had very delicious lasagnas instead. That was a good idea.

Craig said that maybe we are Italian Scotsmen. Ha. 

After dinner it was detective programs time for us.