Wow....my mood is a goofy thing. Hell, my Life is a goofy thing. Visited down the hill with some dear friends tonite for a bit....not nearly enough time with a couple of wonderful Folke.
Lil' Wolfie is an endless supply of amusement to his Sire. He wanted a snack a moment ago, we're up hanging out in my suite, the "snacks" are downstairs in the kitchen. He won't go alone.
Seems that our staircase is haunted. How was I to know? In fact, I was just so taken aback by this news that I asked him why he thought that they, of all the places in this house, were?
"Because they make noises when I step on them, Sire", he responded.
"Logical deduction", said I, stifling a giggle. "Like...Owooooo aahhhh eeeoooh?"
All completely straight faced on his part, a hint of true concern on his face. Ok, the little guy is definitely a bit afraid of going downstairs by himself. It's dark down there, and big, maybe he just needs some support on this bit of irrationality.
"All right, Wolfie....I'll go down with you, we'll both see that the stairs aren't haunted, maybe but I doubt it, they creak a little bit, and I'll make you a sandwich, Ok?"
Off we went, brave Wollf in the lead, down the haunted stairs......holding hands....Lil' Wolfie dragging behind....two steps......five....nine....
Lil' let loose with the most G-d awful scream of fright. I as is my tendency when surprised by a sound of such volume and Horror....jumped completely out of my skin and shouted myself. Scared the Bejeezers out of me.
"What?? Why did you scream?", I asked as I caught myself. "It was That one, right There!", he pointed to the step I had just vacated.....
I hadn't heard a thing, not a creak, not a groan, most definitely not an "Ooowwwaaahhhggrrowwoooo"........."Didn't you hear it, Sire? It groaned.....
"It said, 'Lose a few pounds, Fatso, that hurts when you step on Meeeeee!'"
My momentary shock at the fact that the Cub had gotten me.......Again....is the only thing that allowed him to scamper past me, down the remaining stairs, around the corner and lock himself safely away from my ire in the bathroom, Wollf hot on his heels.
The gleeful laughter from the Cub....on the other side of the door....the conspiratorial guffaws from his brother at the head of the stairs....The wholly untrue cry from Bigger that I had "screamed like a little girl"......Wollf had been taken down a notch...by a 15 and 10 year old....
I sat down on the floor and laughed too......I should have beaten those Cubs a bit more when they were littler, but what's a Sire to do?
I feel a wrestling match coming on. Tickle holds legal.