Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Life with Scoop, Part Two

 Scoop's true colors by Melissa Lyons 2004
It was a dark, stormy night. The cold wind blew in from the windows with an eerie howl. Okay, so it was actually closer to 2:00 am, and it wasn't stormy or cold. The house wasn't even eerie until I heard a voice. 

It hushed, whispered again, and stopped. Assuming the voice was one of my children, I rose to help them. Checking their beds, I thought, "Please let the other two still be asleep, please." All three children were sound asleep in bed. 

I'll admit, some panic was setting in now. Hearing the voice again, I quickly grabbed the phone to dial 911 and headed for the stairs. The voice fell silent again. I listened but to no avail. Deciding to head down and take a quick look, I kept a thumb on the dial button. 

There was still no voice until, after seeing no one, I tip toed around the corner. Halfway through the living room I hear, CAN YOU DIG IT! Scoop. No, I can't. I most definitely cannot and never will dig it! Needless to say, I was glad I didn't call the police. Can you imagine the embarrassment?

“Help, help! Someone's broke into my home!” I plea, while reduced to frightened tears at the sight of Scoop.

"Ma'am, can you describe them?" Asks a sincerely, worried 911 operator.

"Yes, he's yellow, about a foot and a half tall, and keeps repeating can you dig it and let's play over and over and over and over!" Cries a wild and erratic me, remember
Scoop drove me to this state of craziness.

 Me made crazy by an evil toy @ 2004 Melissa Lyons
"Um, I'll send an officer and an ambulance right over, just stay caaaalm." States a confused, and now very worried 911 operator. That's okay, I've always liked the pretty quilted walls and the beautiful fitted white blazer I get after those calls. What's that? They're padded?

Since then, Scoop has spent many nights buried deep, deep within the toy box.
I will not fall prey to this toy’s tricks again. Besides, soon there will be a life without Scoop, soon.

Update: March 29, 2006 - Scoop, our beloved toy, had led a hard but well-played life. After his long battle with several cars and the trashcan, Scoop fell victim to the Battery Crisis of 2005. My father and oldest son spent many long tear-filled nights attempting to save him (well, more like laughing while planning). However, it is with our deepest regrets we were unable to save his uni-body and upgrade him into a solar hybrid.

Farewell dear Scoop, my son will miss you.
© 08-2004 - 2014 Melissa C. Lyons

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