The Big Silver Object from the Sky

Midge was in the back yard when she heard a loud noise. She looked around the yard and didn't see anything that would make the noise she heard. The noise got louder and louder when suddenly across the back alley a huge silver object came down in the field. Midge jumped up ad ran to Booker-T's house next door.

“Booker-T!” called Midge. “Booker-T! Where are you? Booker-T!”

Booker-T crawled out of the house through the doggie door.

“Did you hear that noise?” asked Midge.

“What was that Midge?” asked Booker-T.

“I don't know,” said Midge.

“Did you see anything?” asked Booker-T.

Happy Easter from Jake and Midge

 
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 JAKE, MIDGE, BOOKER-T, GABBY AND ALL

The Owner's New Toy

Midge stood in the chair next to Snappy's tank and watched as her owner drove away going to work.

“What are you doing?” asked Snappy? “Are Jake and Booker-T coming to the house?”

“Yes,” said Midge. “they will come and say hi when they get here.”

“Hi Midge,” said Booker-T as he entered the room. “I saw your owner drive away so I came in.”

“Hi Booker-T,” smiled Midge. “Did you see Jake out there?”

“Not yet,” said Booker-T as he leaped into the other chair. “Hi Snappy.”

“Hey there Booker-T,” smiled Snappy. “What are you guys going to do today?”

The Story

Midge sat on the front porch staring at the ground in deep thought.

“The sky was getting dark as the heavy rain clouds moved in,” said Midge.

“What rain clouds?” asked Booker-T when he walked to the porch and heard her talking to her self. “I don't see any clouds in the blue sky, do you?”

“That's the beginning of my story,” smiled Midge. “Don't you think it sounds good?”

“You tried story writing before,” said Booker-T. “You still can't type it up and sent to someone to publish it.”

“Gabby is going to help me this time,” said Midge.

“Gabby is going to help you do what?” asked Jake when he walked up and joined Midge and Booker-T on the porch.

The Stuffed Dog

Jake met Booker-T at his fence gate on the way to Midge's house.

“Hi Booker-T,” greeted Jake. “What are you doing?”

“I was waiting for you,” said Booker-T.

“Lets go,” said Jake as he started walking along the sidewalk, the short distance to Midge's house.

They entered the yard and found Midge sitting on the porch next to a stuffed dog.

“Where did you get the stuffed dog?” asked Booker-T.

“My owner's niece left it here last night when she came for dinner with her mom,” said Midge.

“What are you doing with it?” asked Booker-T.

“I want to be one of those ventoquists,” said Midge.

“A what?” asked Jake.

“A ventoquists” said Midge.

“What is a ventoquist?” asked Booker-T.

“They all have dummies,” said Midge. “And they make the dummies talk.”

“Oh!” said Jake. That is a ventriloquist.”

“I was close,” said Midge.

“You don't know how to do that,” said Jake. "How are you going to make it talk?"

“I can learn,” said Midge. “Watch.”

Midge picked up the stuffed dog and set it on the ground next to her.

“Hello Jake,” said Midge trying to disguise her voice.

“Your mouth moved Midge,” said Booker-T. “ Don't ventriloquists talk without without moving their mouths?”

“Yes” said Jake. “You need a lot of practice, Midge,” 

  "I can practice," said Midge.

“Why do you want to be a ventriloquist?” asked Jake. “You can't do it for the humans to see because they don't understand anything when we say.”

“I can do it for our animal friends,” said Midge. “They will think I'm really smart and funny when I make the stuffed dog talk.”

“But you can't move your mouth Midge,” said Jake. “And you have to sound different.”

“I will practice every day,” said Midge. “With the stuffed dog.”

“Won't your owner's niece want her stuffed dog back?' asked Booker-T.

“Maybe,” sighed Midge. “Maybe if I carry it around all the time and sleep with it, my owner will buy me one.”

“You could try that,” agreed Jake. “Without the stuffed dog, you can't be a ventriloquist.”

“Can we go to the little zoo place or go the park now?” asked Booker-T.

“You can practice later,” said Jake.

“Who's that?” asked Booker-T when he saw a blue car pull up in front of the house.

“That's my owner's sister,” sighed Midge. “Maybe she came to get the stuffed dog.”

The woman saw the stuffed dog sitting on the porch next to Midge and walked to the house to get the dog.

“Hi Midge,” said the woman as she picked up the stuffed dog and patted Midge on the head.

“Well, Midge,” said Booker-T. “There gores your stuffed dummy dog.”

“Will you be my dummy Booker-T?” asked Midge.

“I don't want to be a dummy,” said Booker-T shaking his head.

“You can pretend,” suggested Midge. “I want to be a ventriloquist.”

“I think maybe your have to find something else to do,” said Jake.

“Why don't you just be a dog,” said Booker-T. “Don't you like being a dog?”

“But I want to be a famous dog,” said Midge.

“You are famous to Booker-T and me,” said Jake. “You do a lot of things and you are really good at begging for food for us.”

“Midge, the famous begging dog,” laughed Booker-T.

“Very funny!” sighed Midge. “Lets go to the zoo building”

Pizza Galore

Midge crawled out through the doggie door and ran next door to Booker-T's house.

“Booker-T!” called Midge. “Where are you?”

“I'm right here,” said Booker-T as he came around the corner of the house.

“Lets go,” said Midge.

“What is the hurry, Midge?” asked Booker-T.

“The pizza place opens today near Jake's house,” said Midge. "I want some pizza.”

“And how are we going to get some pizza?” asked Booker-T. “We can't walk in and buy it.”

“I know that,” smiled Midge. “We can sneak in with some people and sit near the counter and beg.”

“They will just kick us out,” said Booker-T. “They won't let us in the place.”

“We can sit at the window with our little noses pressed against the glass,” suggested Midge.

“They might get angry if we mess up their clean window,” said Booker-T.

“We will think of something,” said Midge. “Remember that hot dog place that gave us some hot dogs for dancing?”

“I remember,” said Booker-T. “Do you think they will give us some pizza for a dance?”

“We can try,”s aid Midge.

They hurried along the sidewalk to Jake's house and entered the yard. Jake was napping on the porch swing.

“Hey Jake!” called Midge. “Wake up, Jake. I want some pizza.”

“Hi Midge,” greeted Jake as he sat up in the swing. “Look what I found.”

“What is it?” asked Booker-T. “Looks like a piece of paper with a picture of a pizza on it.”

“It is what my owner calls a coupon,” said Jake. “It is for one free pizza.”

“Can we use it?” asked Midge.

“We can try,” said Jake. “ They can only say no.”

“I sure don't like that word,” said Midge. “I really want some pizza. Lets go try.”

Jake gave the coupon to Midge who carried it carefully in her mouth as they went around the corner to the new Pizza Galore place.

“Look Jake,” said Midge. “There are many humans lined up outside the place. We can sneak in with some of them.”

They walked close to the door and watched as the humans entered the door to get their pizzas.

“Lets go, Jake,” said Midge as she got behind a woman and her two little boys.

They followed them to the counter and Midge sat in front holding the coupon in her teeth.

“Lady,” said the man behind the counter. “You can't bring your dogs and cat in here.”

She looked behind her and saw Jake, Midge and Booker-T sitting there waiting.

“They aren't my animals, sir,” said the lady. “I don't know who they are.”

The counter man asked, “Do these animals belong to anyone here?”

“No one answered. Midge sat up on her hind legs still holding the small coupon for the free pizza.

“Hey look,” said a young girl. “The dog has a coupon for the free pizza.”

“Isn't that cute,” said her mother. “They want pizza. Why not just give them a pizza and maybe they will go home. They do have a coupon for it.”

The young man took a small pizza and put it into a box and reached out with it to the dogs. Jake gabbed the box and the three hurried out the door as he heard someone say. “I bet someone trained them to do that, They were really smart.”

Jake smiled as they left the pizza place with their free pizza. They carried the box to Jake's house where they enjoyed the free pizza.

The Lost Bow

Jake and Booker-T walked together to Midge's house. They stood for a moment at the gate and watched Midge pacing back and forth across the porch. She seemed really nervous about something.

They slowly walked toward Midge, who was now searching the front yard.

“What are you doing Midge?” asked Jake.

“I lost my pretty pink ribbon bow, Jake,” said Midge. “My owner won't be happy with me.”

“Where did you see it last?” asked Jake.