George Knows by Mymudes Mindy

Author:Mymudes, Mindy [Mymudes, Mindy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Midgrade Urban Fantasy
Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing
Published: 2013-12-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

There are many Peeps in the parking lot. Some are sitting at picnic tables. More are sitting on the kind of chairs that rip when I jump on them. They are all talking at once and the sound hurts my ears, especially since the woods are so quiet. They are too loud to notice. Peeps need lessons on using their senses and their brains. The world would be a better place for all of us. Hmmm, now what is this all about? Are demonstrations picnics? I seem to remember Karly telling me about a cooking demonstration she did for a class. I pull Karly to a picnic table that smelltastes good. It smelltastes so good. I lean into my collar, trying to get closer to the food.

“Knock it off George. I mean it, next time I’ll put a training collar on you,” Karly threatens. Big threat—I can slip out of any collar. I pull closer to the table. Warm smelltastes float over my face and nose and catch in my ears and folds. I sit pretty at the feet of a nice-looking youngster. They always drop food and their faces collect all sorts of nom noms.

There she goes. A hot dog slides out of the bun and I catch and swallow it before anyone can blink. I lick my lips and wait for the youngster to drop the bun. She wags it around her head and makes weird pup noises. I smelltaste ketchup. Drool collects and drips in a string until I am connected to the ground. Wait for it. Wait… Got it. I snatch the bun before it hits the ground. All done, I pull Karly over to a group of Peeps standing next to a huge yellow and black machine. I can’t even climb up to the door to get in. The bucket in the front is big enough for ten of me.

And some doughnuts.

Sniff. Sniff.

Yup, I smell doughnuts.

“Oh, there you are. I thought I saw you before. Are either of you hungry?” Auntie Heather’s busybody friend charges toward us with plates of wonderful-smelling food. I look at her with big hopeful eyes. She can’t resist and hands me a half of doughnut. Who am I to argue? I snarf it.

“Belinda. How lovely that you made it. The turnout is fantastic, it’s a good thing you brought the food. Oh, and please don’t feed George anything, he’s on a diet.” Auntie Heather sounds fake-happy. I think she’s more upset about my snack than she lets on.

Or maybe it’s all the food.

Though why a Peep wouldn’t want a spread like this at a demonstration is beyond me. I am thirsty. There is a big jug thing dripping something. I lick the thing that sticks out.

“George.” Karly makes a disgusted noise. I pant in her general direction. “Just a second.” She gets me a plastic bowl of water. It tastes like bad chemicals, but I drink it and shake the rest off my face. My tags come free of the pouch they are kept in and jingle.

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