Sunday, July 09, 2006

Wakeup call

The bugle call broke the morning silence at 0500 hours, rousing the children from their fitful sleep. I scratched on the guest-room door intently until one of them opened it. "Stand up," I barked. "Stand up straight!" The children jumped off of the lone bed and recliner and out of the pair of large chests of drawers I had procured as barracks. I began my inspection, sniffing each child one-by-one. When I reached a young Minnesota boy, I didn't like what I smelled. "Biscuit!" I barked. He fumbled through his pockets frantically. "Ayatollah, I ... I don't have any," he stammered, droplets of sweat forming on his brow. I commanded the youth to get down on his hands and knees so I could look him in the eye. After glaring at his nervous features, I let loose with a pair of drenching sneezes, each punctuated by a booming snort. He reached up to wipe his face. "No," I barked. "Leave it there as a reminder. Let this serve as a reminder to all of you. To be good servants of the ayatollah, you must always have dog biscuits at the ready."


Mugsy's Mom said...

Ah, yes, I have been woken up by many such sneezes.

rpm said...

Tollah, you're not being hard enough on the humans yet. But take it easy on the puppies.

Ayatollah Mugsy said...

Fear not; Ragus Pug's Mama. The puppy campers have a different curriculum than the humans.

Tyler said...

Yet again I stand in awe of you, Great One. Your leadership quality is astounding!