This morning at breakfast I asked Molly if she would confer with flowers.
She said, “Heck no. That can take hours. Who has time for that? If I had that kinda time I might as well consult with the rain!”
“Hey, it’s April Fools day. Happy April Fools day!” I said to Molly as we ate our breakfast.
“What’s that?”
“Well, it’s a day when people play tricks on each other.”
“What kind of tricks?” she asked, “Shake, roll over, high-five?”
“Not really. Not tricks like that. It’s more like tricking a person into believing something that isn’t true, or rigging something so that it doesn’t work right and makes them look foolish.”
“And then you get treats?” She asked, looking quite confused.
“Not treats exactly. The person ‘playing the trick’ finds it funny when the person being tricked falls for it, or they get to feel superior when the other person looks foolish.”
“Well, that’s not very nice.” She observed. “What’s with you humans being mean to each other and even having a special day to be extra mean? I don’t get it.”
“You know what, Molly, you are absolutely right. Maybe I shouldn’t have said ‘happy April fool’s day’. It’s not really a nice day at all.”
Molly laughed. “Haha! Gotcha! April Fools!”
Then she spun around three times, rolled over, and took a bow.
“What’s that?”
“Well, it’s a day when people play tricks on each other.”
“What kind of tricks?” she asked, “Shake, roll over, high-five?”
“Not really. Not tricks like that. It’s more like tricking a person into believing something that isn’t true, or rigging something so that it doesn’t work right and makes them look foolish.”
“And then you get treats?” She asked, looking quite confused.
“Not treats exactly. The person ‘playing the trick’ finds it funny when the person being tricked falls for it, or they get to feel superior when the other person looks foolish.”
“Well, that’s not very nice.” She observed. “What’s with you humans being mean to each other and even having a special day to be extra mean? I don’t get it.”
“You know what, Molly, you are absolutely right. Maybe I shouldn’t have said ‘happy April fool’s day’. It’s not really a nice day at all.”
Molly laughed. “Haha! Gotcha! April Fools!”
Then she spun around three times, rolled over, and took a bow.
This morning at breakfast I asked Molly what her plans were for the day.
“Well”, she said, “there’s nothing really on the calendar.” She paused and lapped her tea thoughtfully. “I suspect I’ll run, play, chew on a bone, dig, sniff…”
“No! No digging!” I growled. “You’re a dig-a-holic. No digging!”
“Oh. Yes daddy. No digging.” She looked downcast. “Since I can’t dig, I’ll probably dog your steps all over the house until you take me to the park, where I’ll run, play, sniff things, catch up on the news… yah know. Otherwise,” she took another sip of tea, “I’ll probably nap a lot.”
“Sounds like a Molly day!”
“You betcha. It’s a Molly day. It’s a Molly day today.”
“Well”, she said, “there’s nothing really on the calendar.” She paused and lapped her tea thoughtfully. “I suspect I’ll run, play, chew on a bone, dig, sniff…”
“No! No digging!” I growled. “You’re a dig-a-holic. No digging!”
“Oh. Yes daddy. No digging.” She looked downcast. “Since I can’t dig, I’ll probably dog your steps all over the house until you take me to the park, where I’ll run, play, sniff things, catch up on the news… yah know. Otherwise,” she took another sip of tea, “I’ll probably nap a lot.”
“Sounds like a Molly day!”
“You betcha. It’s a Molly day. It’s a Molly day today.”
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