The Princess and the Pea

Remember the tale of The Princess and the Pea… Two days ago, I returned home from a long day of work to find some stuff around my home askew. I’ve got these three plush animals*. A cat, a dog and a mouse. I came home to find the cat sitting atop my toilet. Obviously, Juice has been here. I pick up the cat and go to put it back on the couch where it belongs. The couch is where all three, cat, dog and mouse belong. As well, a two foot plush Homer Simpson-shaped pillow resides on the couch. Homer, for some odd reason was now holding an empty can of beans.

By this point, I just call Juice to ask him what other things he has done. I can’t be bothered to scavenger hunt the house for odd things. All Juice would tell me: “Look underneath Homer.” I go back to the couch and look underneath Homer. Homer was sitting atop a big pile of poo. So I pick up the coin bank and bring it back to where it belongs. In my bedroom I find the clear, plastic box the coin bank came in and find the plush dog stuffed into the box. So I put the dog back on the couch with the cat and Homer Simpson and I put the coin bank back in the box. Now everything is back where it belongs. Except the mouse. I neglected to even notice the absence of the mouse from the couch.

Eventually night comes and I go to bed. But as I lay down, there’s a lump in my pillow. I’m tired and quite frankly, very lazy. I turn the pillow over, aaahhh, the cool side of the pillow, and I go to sleep.

Eventually it dawned on me, the cat and the dog were moved, what about the mouse? The next day over dinner with Juice, I asked him “So, where did you put the mouse?” His response: “Do you remember the tale of the princess and the pea?”

* Yes, I am really a chick. I’ve got plush dolls and shit like that.

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Tags: Literature