Fred Goes for a Spin
This morning the Mauritian, Little Butterfly and I woke up to cloudless skies and miraculous sunshine. I felt positive and energetic for the first time since the official beginning of spring. So with determination I made a decision to over work my washing machine and wash everything in sight, well ok not everything but almost. Sheets, duvet covers, blankets, pillow cases, pillows and duvets all found their way into the bowels of my washing machine and out onto washing line in the sunshine. Even Little Butterfly’s donut got a good old stomping in the bath, I had fun but the Butterfly was not so sure she liked the idea of bathing her donut. There was much pulling, tugging, grunting and groaning as I manoeuvred the wet heavy dripping donut outside into the sun to dry.
While stripping the butterfly’s bed her friendly, floppy, green frog, Frederick Le Frog, fell onto the floor looking rather forlorn, dull and smelling a little of a few too many nights closed to a bottle of milk. “Fewed” was in need of a good old fashioned bath!! Now the last time I tried to bath Fred I had to also deal with a rather angry little Butterfly who was not impressed that her “Fewed” was all wet and then to add insult to injury hung upside down on the line to dry. So to avoid any distress to the Butterfly and her mother I had to be crafty and sneaky about Fred’s much needed bathing. So I took a calculated risk and folding Fred inside a pillow I snuck him into the washing machine and crossing fingers he would survive turned the machine on.
I went about the business of housewife and continued my chores at hand while the washing machine did its thing and for a while I forgot about the risk I was taking with dear ole Fred. Then I heard it, the clack, clack, clacking of big green plastic frog’s eyes on the glass of the washing machine door. Fred it seemed had slipped from his hiding place inside the folds of the pillow, made his way to the front of the machine and was sending out a coded message to the Butterfly, letting her know exactly where he was. Oh dear, I sighed, in a minute now, I imagined, I was going to hear a blood curdling scream of “Ummy! My Fewog Fewed my Fewog Fewed!” accompanied by a temper tantrum of note! There was no disputing it, I was about to get myself into serious trouble! However, not only was I blessed with sunshine and blue skies, but I also had luck on my side. Butterfly was involved in the job of building a tower of building blocks and had no interest in the strange sounds coming from the washing machine so I was spared both judgement and punishment.
Aware now that the machine had come to the end of the washing cycle I removed the wet pillows and was relieved to see that Fred had survived the machine and was back to his bright green soft cuddly self. All that remained now was to get him outside on the line and in the sun to dry without being seen. Emboldened by my success I headed outside and as I was about to pin Fred up by his leg a little voice behind me said “Hello Ummy, what you do wing?”
Busted!
While stripping the butterfly’s bed her friendly, floppy, green frog, Frederick Le Frog, fell onto the floor looking rather forlorn, dull and smelling a little of a few too many nights closed to a bottle of milk. “Fewed” was in need of a good old fashioned bath!! Now the last time I tried to bath Fred I had to also deal with a rather angry little Butterfly who was not impressed that her “Fewed” was all wet and then to add insult to injury hung upside down on the line to dry. So to avoid any distress to the Butterfly and her mother I had to be crafty and sneaky about Fred’s much needed bathing. So I took a calculated risk and folding Fred inside a pillow I snuck him into the washing machine and crossing fingers he would survive turned the machine on.
I went about the business of housewife and continued my chores at hand while the washing machine did its thing and for a while I forgot about the risk I was taking with dear ole Fred. Then I heard it, the clack, clack, clacking of big green plastic frog’s eyes on the glass of the washing machine door. Fred it seemed had slipped from his hiding place inside the folds of the pillow, made his way to the front of the machine and was sending out a coded message to the Butterfly, letting her know exactly where he was. Oh dear, I sighed, in a minute now, I imagined, I was going to hear a blood curdling scream of “Ummy! My Fewog Fewed my Fewog Fewed!” accompanied by a temper tantrum of note! There was no disputing it, I was about to get myself into serious trouble! However, not only was I blessed with sunshine and blue skies, but I also had luck on my side. Butterfly was involved in the job of building a tower of building blocks and had no interest in the strange sounds coming from the washing machine so I was spared both judgement and punishment.
Aware now that the machine had come to the end of the washing cycle I removed the wet pillows and was relieved to see that Fred had survived the machine and was back to his bright green soft cuddly self. All that remained now was to get him outside on the line and in the sun to dry without being seen. Emboldened by my success I headed outside and as I was about to pin Fred up by his leg a little voice behind me said “Hello Ummy, what you do wing?”
Busted!
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