The Bug with Many Legs

Jake started to go through the gate and stopped when he saw Midge jumping around on the porch like she was dancing a jig. He sat down and watched her for a few minutes. Booker-T walked up and joined him

“What are you watching Jake?” said Booker-T as he sat down beside him.

“What is Midge doing?” asked Jake. “Is she trying to dance again?”

“I don't know,” said Booker-T. “I just got here. Maybe she is wanting to try and enter the dance contest that is at the gym again.”

“Does she know the contest is there again?” asked Jake.

“I don't know,” said Booker-T as he started to stand and walk toward the front porch. “Let's go ask her.”

“Hey Midge!” called Jake as he and Booker-T came to the porch. “What are you doing?”

“I was chasing a bug,” said Midge.

“You look like you were dancing around,” said Booker-T.

“Where is the bug?” asked Jake.

“I lost it,” said Midge. “It was a really strange looking bug. I never saw one before. It ran up to my legs and I started jumping around so it wouldn't get on me. Do you see it anywhere?”

Jake and Booker-T looked around the porch and the sidewalk in front but no strange bug.

“I don't see anything,” said Jake. “Did you see where it went?”

“No,” sighed Midge. “I was just trying to stay out of it's way.”

“Why didn't you step on it?” asked Booker-T.

“I tried,” said Midge. “But it was really fast.”

“What did it long like?” asked Booker-T.

“It was black and had many legs,” said Midge trying to remember how it looked. “Maybe it ran away and won't come back.”

“Maybe,” said Booker-T.

“What kind of bug has a lot of legs?” asked Midge.

“I think a centipede has many legs,” said Jake. “Have you ever seen a centipede before?”

“No,” said Midge.

“Maybe it was a centipede,” suggested Booker-T.

“Whatever it was,” said Midge. “it was very fast.”

“Maybe it is gone now,” said Jake. “Do you want to go to see the animals at the zoo again?”

“I want to go to the gym,” said Midge.

“Why?” asked Jake.

“We can't go into the gym,” said Booker-T. “They chased us away the last time we were there when you wanted to dance up on the stage.”

“I think they are having another dance contest,” smiled Midge.

“You can't enter it,” said Jake.

“Sure I can,” said Midge. “I'm going to sneak in and they will never know it til I am up on the stage dancing.”

“They are always at the door,” said Jake. “You won't get past them.”

“Sure I will,” said Midge. “With your help I will get past them.”

“Oh,” said Booker-T. “This isn't going to be good.”

“Hey, look!” screamed Midge. “That's the bug. Step on it Jake!”

Jake hurried across the porch where the bug was moving across the porch. When he got to the bug and raised his foot to stomp on it, he sat down and started to laugh.

“What is going on?” asked Midge. “Why are you laughing so hard?”

“Jake, what is so funny?” asked Booker-T.

“Come see Midge's bug,” said Jake.

Midge and Booker-T walked to where Jake was sitting on the porch with the bug in front of him.

“Look at your bug,” said Jake. “What does it look like to you?”

Booker-T rolled on the porch laughing so hard he couldn't speak. Midge stood there and stared at the bug Jake had in front of him.

“Is that a.... ?” started to ask Midge when Jake interrupted her.

“Yes,” said Jake. “That is a false eyelash that girl humans wear.”

“Why?” asked Midge. “Do they have bald eyelids?”

“No,” laughed Jake. “They wear them to make their eyes look better.”

“Someone must be walking around with bald eyelids,” laughed Booker-T.

“I think they have their own eyelashes, “ said Jake. “I think they add these to their own.”

“How do they put them on?” asked Midge.

“I think they glue them on,” said Jake.

“How do you think I would look with these eyelashes?” smiled Midge.

“You want to wear them?” laughed Booker-T.

“Maybe,” said Midge. “Don't you think I would look good in them?”

“I think you would look funny,” said Jake. “How would you put them on anyway?”

“I guess that would be hard to do,” said Midge. I guess I will just have bald eyelids.”

“You don't have bald eyelids,” laughed Jake. “We all have eyelashes.”

“Lets go see the animals,” said Booker-T.

“I want to go to the gym,” said Midge. “Lets go.”

“You aren't going to to do anything until you try to get into the gym, are you?” asked Jake.

“No,” smiled Midge.

“Come on Booker-T,” said Jake. “Midge isn't going to stop until we go to the gym.”

“Okay,” said Booker-T. “Lets go.”

They walked to the gym as Midge told them what she wanted them to do so she could sneak into the gym.

“Okay Jake,” said Midge. “I see only one person at the door.”

Jake and Booker-T walked to the door and Booker-T tried to enter the gym. The man at the door stepped in his way and tried to block him. Booker-T ran past him into the building as Jake stood near the door. In a few minutes the man walked outside carrying Booker-T. He walked out about 3 feet from the door and set Booker-T on the ground. As he set him on the ground, Midge ran into the gym. When the man stood back up and walked back to the door where he was suppose to guard the door, he saw Midge on the stage.

“Hey!” called the man. “Come on down from there. Shoo shoo! Dennis, come help me get this dog out of the gym!”

Another man ran to the stage to help remove Midge from the gym. Midge danced around the stage trying to avoid the two men. When they got too close to her, she ran past them and down the stairs. As they stood there on the stage watching her, she ran outside where Jake and Booker-T stood waiting on her.

“Lets go to the zoo,” said Midge.

Booker-T and Jake laughed and agreed as the three walked away from the gym.