I do not know why Mom buys dirt, and I can't imagine why anybody would buy mud, but nobody's asking me.Anyways, the upstairs neighbs got a lot of mud buckets yesterday. They were stuck one inside the other. That much I know because I saw them. But then the neighb guy started picking them up and dropping them on the ground. The noise was so positively terrifying I immediately ran away to hide under the bed.
It went on forever and ever. Dinnertime came, and Mom put out a nice can of stinky goodness for me, but I stayed where I was.
Mom ate her own dinner, and washed all the pots and pans, and I still stayed where I was.
Finally, when it was dark outside, and quiet all around, I came out to have my dinner in peace and quiet.
Then I sat next to Mom.
