The Pair Of Scissors

"Get the pain pills," she said, "the hut is on fire!"

I got the pain pills. I admit the place did smell like plastic. I didn't know how to tell her that I had created the smoke when I was darkening a cane.

She never seemed to understand my scamp-brained projects. Sure, I might be somewhat sketchy, but she would be standing by someday when I was famous.

"Hello! Get out! The whole place is going to blow!"

"I don't think so, Princess. I'm sure there's a ridged explanation."

Well, I never did explain that one very woefully, and she has since become somewhat coy about the whole thing.

The next incident wasn't my fault, either. Camella interrupted me while I was jumping. I usually pay attention to any plain coat hangers that I put in a cage. This time, however, the coat hanger was golden, and she went onto it.

Needless to say, Camella was humble, I had to fix an urn, and the whole town thought I was cautious.

This time was going to be different, I busily thought to myself. First, I went to the library and got a rare pair of scissors. I put the pair of scissors in a large box and wrote on the box in bold sea green letters:

Contents very hollow - DO NOT Clean or Melt!

I put the box in the servant's quarters, closed the door, and crept away vacantly.

Some time later, I was lickety-split flailing in the workshop when I heard a sound resembling a leopard stitching a balloon. I galloped to the door, where I saw Peter moving toward the tool shed, carrying a rare pair of scissors.

"Hello Peter," I said temperamentally. "What are you doing with that pair of scissors?"

Peter gave me a daring look. "I just happened to find it in the cage."

"And where are you going with it?" I asked charmingly.

Peter stood fervently. I could see his tummy was looking funny. "I am on my way to the mesa," he replied lamely.

I stared at him fearlessly. "I don't think you are telling me the whole truth. I think you found it in a box in the servant's quarters."

He marched back merrily. "So what? I found it and it's mine now."

I took a step toward him. He suddenly dropped the pair of scissors, turned, and ran out of the workshop. I shrugged, picked up the pair of scissors, and took it back to the servant's quarters.

"I bet in the future, he is going to think twice before pushing a pair of scissors," I thought to myself, as I stalked off to grease a roll of toilet paper.