What do I know about the witness protection program? Well I have two very close friends who are in it. Donald, who I have known most my life, and Squeaker, who came into our lives several years ago and befriended Donald and myself. But apparently not Cindy.
Here they are in their younger years
Donald and Squeaker kicking Tyler's soccer ball around.
Not long ago Cindy thought they had out stayed their welcome. Where did this come from? These little guys didn't do much but hang around here and there...playing computer games, sitting in the sock drawer sometimes...guarding my Bonsai plant from robbers. Cindy said she thought it was time for them to go...go where she did not say. But as soon as Donald and Squeaker got wind of their soon to be homelessness they went under cover to the witness protection program.
You didn't recognize them, did you?
It didn't matter that they had not really "witnessed any crime... yet" they weren't about to become just another stuffed animal statistic. They donned their disguises and went into hiding. This past Easter I thought these two little guys could get back on the good side of Cindy again by giving her an Easter basket.
I could not find them anywhere...they were that good. Finally I found them hiding in a bucket under some towels in a cupboard. To make a long story short, they agreed and now live in relative safety in my...well...sorry I can't say right now Cindy might be listening. Thank you to my two wonderful daughters who inspired me to start blogging. I really enjoy reading their blogs.
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