My toys were upset with me last night. They toilet papered my writing desk.
Last night before I went to bed I took the lion, Larry, and the giraffe, elephant, tiger and cheetah out of the bottom of the bookcase and put them back in the living room. I put all of the books the animals had removed from the bottom of the bookcase. They didn’t complain or say anything to me. They were not alive when I moved them at ten o’clock last night.
At midnight when I was sound asleep they came alive. For the month of December at the stoke of midnight my five hard plastic toys come alive. From December 1st until Christmas Day my five toys wander around my house in the middle of the night looking for something to do. Right now they have made eggs and emptied out my bookcase.
This morning when I came downstairs, I saw about a dozen rolls of toilet paper on the floor in the hallway in front of the bathroom. That’s weird. I store my Scott, long-lasting value, septic safe, 1000 sheets per roll toilet tissue under the sink in the downstairs bathroom. The bathroom door was open and there were no rolls of toilet paper under the sink. That’s odd. They were there last night when I went to bed.
I followed the trail of toilet paper rolls, turning left at the kitchen. The rolls of toilet paper led through the kitchen into “the formal dining room,” which is where I write. (I don’t like a building designer to tell me what to use a room for. We don’t dine formally. I keep my books and computer in the formal dining room.)
Oh, my. The animals were busy last night.
My writing desk was covered in toilet paper. Each chair was wrapped, my laptop was covered and there were toilet paper wrappers all over the floor.
What were the animals trying to tell me?
Were they mad because I kicked them out of the bookcase? Do the animals not want me to write about what they do?
Larry the Lion appears to be the ringleader. All of the animals were wrapped in toilet paper except for Larry. He was sitting on top of several rolls as though he was sitting on top of a mountain leading the rest of the toys.
Oh dear. What will they do tonight? I really wish they would wash my dishes instead of making a mess.
What do you think they will do tonight? Please tell me in the comments. This is getting more interesting every day!
If you know any children or adults who have an imagination please share this story. I do need help naming the rest of my toys.
P.S. My friend Lindsey Magnet kindly informed me yesterday that the yellow animal is a cheetah and not a leopard. Oops.
P.S.S. Here are the other stories from this month’s adventure:
November 30: On December 1st my toys will come alive.
December 2nd: My toys came alive last night and emptied my bookcase.
About Pamela Hodges
My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.