Then, there were animals to feed. An ornery goat to convince to take her medicine.
Two loads of laundry followed.
Next was a trip to the airport to drop off my husband. And while I was out, a stop at the store to pick up some hardware for the stilts my daughter is making.
When I got home, there was helping to make those stilts.
Next thing I knew, it was time to give the goat her medicine again.
And by the time I finished that, it was time to make dinner.
After dinner, there was a movie to watch.
In the middle of the movie, a dog leaped in through the living room window (which was, unfortunately, closed).
The dog was followed closely by the elephant, who didn’t exactly fit through the window. The elephant sort of took out the wall.
Which naturally let the herd of wapiti in. That was okay. They just wanted to watch the movie. It was the elephant who caused trouble.
She wanted a bath, so I had to pause the movie and go fill the tub for her.
But she needed bubbles, so there was the quick trip to the store for bubble bath.
By the time I got back, she had flooded the bathroom floor.
Which of course, meant the dining room got flooded, too.
When the water started spilling into the living room I got worried, but thankfully it was able to drain out the hole in the wall.
But it’s a cold night, and what, with the hole in the wall, it got chilly indoors. All that water froze, and the wapiti decided to have an ice skating party.
Well, partying wapiti are nothing but trouble. They got into the wine, and next thing you know, the police were knocking on the door—something about a bunch of animals doing burnouts on the road outside?
That took a while to sort out. I had to take the car keys from the wapiti. They were pretty annoyed by that, but by that point, they were all drunk. I drove them all home, including the elephant.
When I got back and assessed the mess, I found that the elephant had not only flooded the house and used an entire bottle of bubble bath, but she had used every single bath towel in the house to dry herself off. There’s a mountain of laundry to do tomorrow.
I did get the hole in the wall boarded up, sort of—the wapiti had broken the kitchen table anyway, so I figured, why not use it?
I’d just hammered the last nail in, when the dog came into the room with a sheaf of papers in his mouth.
It was the story I was writing for today’s Saturday Story! I tried to snatch it from him, but he ran off. I tried to follow, but slipped on what was left of the ice. I fell and broke my arm on an empty wine bottle the wapiti left behind.
Getting the cast on didn’t take too long, I suppose, but by the time I got home three hours later, there was nothing left of my story but a mass of soggy pulp the dog had vomited back up. Guess it wasn’t a very good story.
And now it’s terribly late and I’m struggling to keep my eyes open.
That’s why I’ve got no Saturday Story for you today.
Sorry. It really wasn’t my fault.
The dog ate it.