"Big Brother," Wendell said, addressing me with one of my favorite nicknames, "tell me again why I had to travel inside a suitcase while you were able to board with the other passengers."
"It is simple," I replied. "The ministry travel fund only had enough money for one first-class ticket to San Francisco. So the only options were to travel in economy class with a seat for each of us, which simply wouldn't have worked, or to hide you in my luggage while I enjoyed complementary beverage and rawhide service."
"Oh," he replied. "So if the congregation had only donated more money, I wouldn't have this crick in my neck?"
"Er ... yes," I replied.
4 comments:
Poor Wendell! I will increase my donation in 08. I have to trust your judgment that this was the proper way to treat your student.
*GASP* My HUSBAND. That is most HORRID to do that to your LITTLE BROTHER.
I will be holding a boycott of you amungst the Harem. WE are not amused.
Also please tell Wendell that his pressy is forthcoming.
PS Mummy brought me the same tin while she was in San Fran.
It was the only way, Anonymous One. The Ghirardelli chocolates are delicious, Aine. Or at least, that is how I imagine them. The infidel humans will not feed me chocolate.
It kind of looks like Wendell is peeing in your suitcase. But a pug would never do such a thing - of that I am sure!
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