The Bubbles

Midge Jake and Booker-T ran to the pond and sat under the tree near where Gabby sat on the rock.

“Do you know what they were doing, Gabby?” asked Midge.

“They were blowing bubbles,” said Gabby.

“They looked like balloons,” said Booker-T.

“Why were they making bubbles?” asked Midge.

“I don't know,” said Jake. “Just having fun maybe.”

“Lets go watch to see what they are going to do,” suggested Midge.

“You don't want to swim?” asked Gabby.

“I want to see them making the bubbles,” said Midge.

“Okay,” said Gabby.

They ran to where the boys were playing with the bubbles and sat down under the tree in the shade.

“I want to make bubbles,” said Midge.

“You can't make bubbles,” laughed Jake. “Just watch them making the bubbles.”

They sat and watched the bubbles floating through the air, little ones and big ones. “Lets go chase them,” suggested Booker-T as he started to run toward the bubbles.

“Maybe we can catch some,” said Midge as she followed Booker-T toward the bubbles and the boys.

The boys blew into the rings at the same time and many bubbles came floating through the air. A big bubble landed on Midge's nose and broke. She started to giggle because it tickled her nose.

“That felt funny Jake,” laughed Midge.

She started to chase the bubbles and tried to hit them with her nose. The boys were laughing and blowing more and more bubbles for her to chase.

One of the boys got a very big ring and dipped it into the bucket and started to blow into it very slowly. He blew gently making a very large bubble that broke away from the ring and lifted into the air, being carried away on the gentle breeze.

“Wow, Jake,” said Midge. “Did you see that really big bubble?”

“That was so cool,” said Booker-T.

“I want to make bubbles,” said Midge.

“We don't know how to make bubbles,” said Jake.

“Lets watch them,” said Booker-T.

“I want to see them make the bubble stuff in that bucket,” said Midge.

“Why?” asked Booker-T.

“Maybe I can make if I see how they do it,” suggested Midge.

“You can't make bubble water Midge,” laughed Jake.

“Hey you guys!” said Gabby. “I thought you were going to come to the pond after you watched them blow the bubbles.”

“I forgot,” said Midge. "We were chasing the bubbles and having fun.”

“You were chasing bubbles,” said Jake. “I was just watching.”

“She wants to know how to make the bubbles,” said Booker-T. “She wants to try and make bubbles.”

“How will you make bubbles?” asked Gabby.

“I don't know yet,” said Midge. “Do you know how they make them?”

“You have to get a pail of water and pour soap into it,” said Jake.

“How do you know that?” asked Midge.

“I saw my owner make some for her nephew one time,” said Jake. “He liked to go into the back yard and blow bubbles.”

“Lets go home and make some bubbles,” said Midge. “Come on lets hurry. My owner has soap in the laundry room.”

“Your owner will not be happy if you get into her soap,” said Jake.

“Maybe she won't notice it,” said Midge. “Come on and help me.”

The three hurried along the sidewalk with Gabby flying above them. They crawled into the house through the doggie door. In the corner, Midge saw a small bucket her owner used when she washed her car.

“There is a bucket,” said Midge.

“How are you going to put water in the bucket?” asked Jake.

“Maybe I can put my water from my bowl in the bucket,” suggested Midge. “Wait and I will go get it.”

Midge picked up her water bowl in her teeth and carefully carried it to the laundry room leaving a trail of water along the way.

“That's not too much water, Midge,” said Jake looking in the bowl.

“I know,” sighed Midge. “It splashed out when I was walking.”

“Dump it into the bucket,” aid Booker-T. “Where is your soap/”

“See that orange box on the table,” pointed Midge. “That's the soap she washes clothes with. Can you get it Jake?”

Jake went to the table and stood on his hind legs to reach the box. He grabbed the top and pulled it to the edge of the table. “Push the pail of water over here,” said Jake.

Midge pushed her nose against the pail and pushed it to the table. Jake tipped the box over and soap poured from the box into the pail. Midge stared down into the pail. “It don't look right , Jake,” sighed Midge. “I think we got too much soap in the pail.”

“Maybe we can mix it in, said Booker-T.

“How?” asked Jake.

“Maybe that broom over there,” suggested Midge.

Jake walked across the room and picked up the broom in his mouth and carried it to the pail.

“How are you going to put it into the pail?” asked Booker-T.

“I don't know,” replied Jake. “Let me think a minute.”

Jake thought about it for a moment and then laid the broom on the table and jumped onto the table with it. He grabbed the broom and put the end of it into the pail.

“Oh, no,” said Midge.

“What happened?” asked Jake.

“I just heard my owner's car,” said Midge. “Hurry, lets go.”

They ran out the doggie door and sat in the back yard trying to look innocent. In a few minutes they heard from inside the house, “Oh No!” called Midge's owner “Midge!”

 "We better hide," said Jake.  "Lets go!" 

The three ran to the back of the yard and hid behind the trees.