CrossWords

by Mousie and Sweetie,  sisters in mischief.

*Speaking in Unison -Almost*

DDo yyou, oour rreaders, hhave aa hhuman wwho iis nnuts aabout ccrosswords? 

Mousie: Stop Sweetie!... you're a millisecond behind me when we speak... maybe we should
take turns doing this. What do you think?

Sweetie:  Oh okay!  You go first.  You're older than me.

Mousie: Sure!  Rub it in, little sister.  Okay, I'll start.  Friends, Our Grammy is cuckoo about  crosswords.  You know the ones!  Those she shouts mostly at the boys, occasionally at us. 

No, Etude!  Stop biting Whiskers! 
Rondo!  Dinner is coming! Stop your whinging!
Enough Whiskers, don't lick my hair, (my arm, my cheek). I'm trying to sleep.  Mousie, stop climbing the screen door! 
Ouch! Sweetie, Unclaw my rib (my armpit)! Nuzzle somewhere else!
Etude, don't touch my feet!  You woke me!
Out of my chair, Rondo!  
Sweetie, NO! NO! NO! leave the knitting needles alone.  Don't bite the yarn! 
Mousie, 100 kisses before bedtime is enough.  Now go to sleep!
One at a time on my lap, boys!

Boy, she is a grouchy ol' bear!

Sweetie:   Oh Mousie, not those crosswords.  The ones in the paper and in paperback books that Grammy and Aunty L. are always working on.

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How Grammy looks when she crosses her words. *Giggles*

Mousie:  What?  You joking me?  I like when she does those.  Where do you think she gets all those funny words she uses? Haven't you noticed?  Oh, and stuff from all kinds of things - History, Geography, Current and Past Events, Media, Science and a plethora of other topics.   Oh, there's one of those words now!  Plethora.  Tehee.

Sweetie:  That's true!  And when she is focused on those she forgets to give Whiskers her pill... BUT she also forgets other things.... like us climbing the balcony door screen, and me biting the boys' ears to make them play. *giggles*

The worst is when she forgets to scoop our litter boxes.  *Shout from living-room*  I DO NOT FORGET TO SCOOP YOUR LITTER BOXES!  They'd be stinky if I did.

Mousie:  Ooops!  More cross words.  You'd better run and hide, Sweetie. I'm right behind you. 

So, friends.  Don't cross Grammy.  She might have a few words for you too.  *Scampers off to hide with Sweetie*  

*Another shout*  I HEAR SNICKERING IN THERE!  WHAT ARE YOU TWO UP TO???

Nothing, Grammy!  *muffling their snickers behind paws Sweetie whispers to Mousie* We'd best be quiet until she picks up her knitting or another crossword. 

*Whispering in Uunison* Sso ffriends, tthat's aall ffor tthis wweek. Ccomments aare wwelcomed, eespecially iif tthey aare ccomical.

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