Continued – Part 2 of 3
I went through the day telling my students the story of how my guinea pig was holding one of my socks for ransom. They all thought it was a great story and we had many laughs. I was not worried about finding my sock again. Besides, it was just a sock… I arrived home that day and was greeted by the usual “hurry and feed me now” attitude from Alfalfa. After the feeding I settled down for the evening. I had forgotten about the sock.
Before bed I changed into my nightwear. I was confronted with only one sock when I got to my feet. ‘Oh, that’s right, I have a naughty guinea pig,’ I thought as I got down on my hands and knees to check under the bed. Alfalfa was not happy to see me when I lifted up the bed skirt. “Hey, dude,” I said, “Where’s my sock?” He looked at me as if I was from Mars. I began to lift up the coverings I as continued looking for the sock. It wasn’t there. So I went over to his cage and other known hide-outs to search. The sock was nowhere.
Finally giving up with the search I decided to go to bed. I was not bother by the prospect of having an unmatched sock. The only thing that kept running thought my head was that my guinea pig had a secret area to hide stuff from me. Moreover, what was looming in that area? These questions plagued me as I drifted off to sleep. I heard the guinea pig making noises as I drifted off to sleep. ‘He sounds happy,’ was my last conscious thought.
* Come back on Sunday, April 1. 2012 for the exciting conclusion of this story!