Musashi Sez:
So I not eevn noe wher to start. Hmm. Now We
Are Six wud be gud cuz we is, or at least, I ar.
But mor than that, yu all noe how hard I hav
been campaigning fer a ponee of mai veree own so I kin practice ridin him so I
kin go on to become a cowboy in the mooveez. An Mom allus sez NO. Huh.
Except that this time, she finallee wentid to
a store that sell poneez!!! I not eevn noe that Brookline had sutch a thing. I
thoughtid that she wud hav to go verree far awae, like Texas or Collarraddo or
mebbe eevn West Virginia. But no.
Now I am not sayin it wentid the way I wud
hav wanted it to, or eevn the wae she egspectid. She went in an talked to a
whole bunch of ponees, incloodin a purple one whu had perty shiny perpul ribbons
fer her mane and tale an also one whu looked like a giraffe wift a really short
neck. And to each of these ponee folks, she sed, “Hullo. Wud yu lik to be mai
kittee Musashi’s ponee? He wants help in becoming a cowboy kittee.”
An all of them sed the same thin: “Wait,
Musashi is yer kittee? That feller wift the blog? And the reallee, reallee
sharp CLAWS???”
“Um,” said Mom. “So yu has heard of him?” Which, it turn out was not the bestest answer
if what we wer lookin fer was a ponee in the horsie family to com liv wift us
an teach me cowboy stuffs.
But Mom is flexibobbul (problee from all that
yoger latelee), so she luks around to see if there were anee peeples whu were
mostly poneez but not so skittish. So she luks at the bunneez (but we gots
three (3) bunnee types here an onlee one (1) typewriter, so she figgered another
bunnee wud not work). An she talked to the lion person, but he seemed wae too
innerested in how many bunneez lived wift us, which also not seem so gud.
Then she talked to a couple of differint
elerphants (one was dark bloo an the other was ligt bloo; I figger one was from
Indier an the other was from Afriker, although I kin never rememberrer which is
which). All of them seemed nice but near-sigted, an not likely to want to
charge into a gunfigt at the Alrigt Corral.
Finalee, she say sadlee, “Doesn’t aneebodee
want to get adopted an com be mai kittee’s ponee? He’s akshullee qwite nice
most of the time.”
An just as she was draggin herself out of the
store, a big low voice sed, “I’m not afraid of kittee claws. I am quite tougf
akshullee, an also I hav alwaes wanted to be a cowboy.”
Wull, Mom turned around an there was this big
Rhinocerosaucerous, wift a real live horn on his nose! An he was corduroy,
which we are also boft qwite fond of in our blankies an clotheses an peeples.
An she say cautiously, "Um, what yu eat, if yu don't mind my askskin, an also how mutch of it? Cuz we are on a limited budjit."
An he soun verree sad then, an he sez, "Oh, that not gud. I eats Firstest Drafts of Writin. I prefer handrigtin. I kin digest the typed kind, but then I has to hav a mint to make it go down properlee."
An Mom nearly shout wift joy, cuz if there one thing we gots more of than pens that don't work an poops, it hafta be our Firstsest Drafts. She write hers in pen an marker an I perfer to yooz crayons (speshullee purpul). But she is cayrful by naytchur, so she asksk, "Does yu has a fayvoritest snack?"
An he say shyly, "Wull, I like to has a few bloo-berries now an then to keep my pertee powdr bloo color up, and I nom on boot noodles when I kin get them, so mai teeft stays healthee."
"Huh," sez Mom to hersalf. "This soun too good to be troo." So she asksk him (out loud, so he kin hear her), "Are yu afraid of anythin I shud noe about? Plumbers? Vacuums? Lightning?"
"Wull," he says slowly, "I not fond of fire, cuz it make me want to run an stamp it out, altho the laydee who own this stor has ben explainin to me about the 'gas stofe' and how yoosful it kin be. I not like it, but I kin manidge mai instinkt to put the fire out if it bloo. I like bloo."
An she say cautiously, "Um, what yu eat, if yu don't mind my askskin, an also how mutch of it? Cuz we are on a limited budjit."
An he soun verree sad then, an he sez, "Oh, that not gud. I eats Firstest Drafts of Writin. I prefer handrigtin. I kin digest the typed kind, but then I has to hav a mint to make it go down properlee."
An Mom nearly shout wift joy, cuz if there one thing we gots more of than pens that don't work an poops, it hafta be our Firstsest Drafts. She write hers in pen an marker an I perfer to yooz crayons (speshullee purpul). But she is cayrful by naytchur, so she asksk, "Does yu has a fayvoritest snack?"
An he say shyly, "Wull, I like to has a few bloo-berries now an then to keep my pertee powdr bloo color up, and I nom on boot noodles when I kin get them, so mai teeft stays healthee."
"Huh," sez Mom to hersalf. "This soun too good to be troo." So she asksk him (out loud, so he kin hear her), "Are yu afraid of anythin I shud noe about? Plumbers? Vacuums? Lightning?"
"Wull," he says slowly, "I not fond of fire, cuz it make me want to run an stamp it out, altho the laydee who own this stor has ben explainin to me about the 'gas stofe' and how yoosful it kin be. I not like it, but I kin manidge mai instinkt to put the fire out if it bloo. I like bloo."
So this is the guy whu yoozed to be named Roy, but he akssked to be called Rex instead. He has come to liv wift us an be mai ponee, although I am still a little
nervuss around him, on account of the horn. But he seem pertee happy to have
been adopted (an I certainlee unnerstand that!). Mom sez that the whol point is
that he has much thickerer skin than the other poneez, and that will be helpful
in the days to com.
