January 29

Friday, January 29, 2010

At the house, Puck was busy ‘fishing’, sitting on the loveseat, where he installed Trooper’s dog leash as his fishing line over the other side of it, to where Francis anchored ‘surprises’ onto the other end.

They then shared fortune cookies together.

For lunch, Puck dropped a few apple slices overboard, which Trooper immediately gobbled. That dog would eat anything if Puck dropped it: fruit, stuffed animals, chocolate… anything, no matter how verboten in the law of the Snicketts household.

Meanwhile, Mom and Linnea had left to go to the Magic House with the Englishs.

Joe was at his seven-hour class.

And Rose was still organizing the entire basement.

After Puck’s non-nap, he had a sword fight with Carrie in the living room using the old corner guards of the dining room walls.

“Huzzah!” Carried cried, whenever their swords clashed.

Puck grinned and whirled around.

“Never turn your back on your opponent. I’m gonna poke you in the diaper.”

“Don’t poke me in diaper,” Puck commanded. “I’m gonna poke me in diaper myself.”

ROOOAAAR!

“What was that?!”

“Just an owl. Go to sleep!”

– Road to Zanzibar