Post by AEShenhav (Ali) on Aug 19, 2008 0:03:08 GMT -5
The Wayward Screwdriver
Confound it! Where is my trusty screwdriver? thought Mr. Pigglywiggly as he overturned yet another drawer in his search. Moving to the next one, he pulled it out as well and started desperately sifting though it. Still, no screwdriver. He rubbed his chin with a stubby finger and thought hard of another place he could have put it.
Of coarse, the garage! Tools belong in the garage so why wouldn't the screwdriver, being a tool, be there? Mr. Pigglywiggly scurried off as fast as his short legs would take him, nearly tipping over a pile of dirty plates stacked high in the kitchen. He flung the door open and scanned the area with squinted eyes as they adjusted to the yellow light pouring into the small area. There, the workbench! Tucking his thumbs under the straps of his blue suspenders, Mr. Pigglywiggly waddled over to the dirty wood desk and begun sifting through scattered items.
After a time of turning and flipping, shifting and heaving, Mr. Pigglywiggly sat down hard on a chair and wiped his brow. "Buttons and bolweevles!" he exclaimed aloud to the empty room in an exasperated tone. But this was not the time for rest, he needed that screwdriver and needed it bad! The pudgy man rolled up and onto his feet, making his way out of the room.
Maybe it's in the study. That would be truly absurd, but worth a try! The study was the cleanest part of the house, having not been used in a couple weeks. Mr. Pigglywiggly avoided the center of the room, preferring to scan the edges while searching though the bookshelves for his screwdriver. He looked behind the books and under the desk but all to no avail.
Then something caught one of his beady eyes. He stood on his tiptoes to get a better look at the tip of something metal behind the desk. Yes! There it is! He stretched out, but his short arms could not reach the shimmering metal. "Oh fiddlesticks!" he breathed aloud, realizing that he'd have to move the whole desk in order to reach the tool. With a couple great heaves and a final push, he moved the desk ajar, exposing the item.
Mr. Pigglywiggly's excitement quickly faded to disappointment as he gazed, not at the screwdriver, but a small knife that had fallen behind the desk. That will not do! Where was the blasted screwdriver? With his head hung low, he walked out of the room and started down the hall, wondering where he would look next. The only place left would be.. Yes! The basement. There were no other hiding spots for the elusive tool. Excitement once again coursing in his veins, Mr. Pigglywiggly practically ran through his cozy abode and at last came to the door leading down into the basement.
Holy crickets! What is that most dreadful smell? Mr. Pigglywiggly thought after opening the door leading to the basement. Holding his nose tight, he quickly started descending the steps. Right, after this project I think I'll start on the basement next. It could defiantly do with a good scrub! Shortly after reaching the bottom and fumbling with the cord to the single light bulb, he started his search once again for his screwdriver.
A short time later, the search brought Mr. Pigglywiggly back to the stairs. Maybe, just maybe... he thought, dropping to his knees and reaching between the steps. His hand quickly found something soft and gooey. Perplexed, he moved his hand farther inside the cold, moist substance, groping inside with great interest. His heart gave a sharp pang of excitement as his hand finally closed around a hard object. Barely able to contain his squeal of delight, he pulled the object out and looked upon his prize.
The screwdriver
Mr. Pigglywiggly stared at the tool affectionately in the dim light, brushing off the syrup-like substance. "Well well, looks like you need a cleaning!" he said aloud, scrambling to his feet and starting up the stairs with a slight skip in his step. He whistled a soft tune as he thought of the many things he could now do with the screwdriver. There was so much to be done! It was all actually quite silly, really. All this trouble. All this time spent looking for the screwdriver. The whole while, it was still inside Mrs. Pigglywiggly.
Confound it! Where is my trusty screwdriver? thought Mr. Pigglywiggly as he overturned yet another drawer in his search. Moving to the next one, he pulled it out as well and started desperately sifting though it. Still, no screwdriver. He rubbed his chin with a stubby finger and thought hard of another place he could have put it.
Of coarse, the garage! Tools belong in the garage so why wouldn't the screwdriver, being a tool, be there? Mr. Pigglywiggly scurried off as fast as his short legs would take him, nearly tipping over a pile of dirty plates stacked high in the kitchen. He flung the door open and scanned the area with squinted eyes as they adjusted to the yellow light pouring into the small area. There, the workbench! Tucking his thumbs under the straps of his blue suspenders, Mr. Pigglywiggly waddled over to the dirty wood desk and begun sifting through scattered items.
After a time of turning and flipping, shifting and heaving, Mr. Pigglywiggly sat down hard on a chair and wiped his brow. "Buttons and bolweevles!" he exclaimed aloud to the empty room in an exasperated tone. But this was not the time for rest, he needed that screwdriver and needed it bad! The pudgy man rolled up and onto his feet, making his way out of the room.
Maybe it's in the study. That would be truly absurd, but worth a try! The study was the cleanest part of the house, having not been used in a couple weeks. Mr. Pigglywiggly avoided the center of the room, preferring to scan the edges while searching though the bookshelves for his screwdriver. He looked behind the books and under the desk but all to no avail.
Then something caught one of his beady eyes. He stood on his tiptoes to get a better look at the tip of something metal behind the desk. Yes! There it is! He stretched out, but his short arms could not reach the shimmering metal. "Oh fiddlesticks!" he breathed aloud, realizing that he'd have to move the whole desk in order to reach the tool. With a couple great heaves and a final push, he moved the desk ajar, exposing the item.
Mr. Pigglywiggly's excitement quickly faded to disappointment as he gazed, not at the screwdriver, but a small knife that had fallen behind the desk. That will not do! Where was the blasted screwdriver? With his head hung low, he walked out of the room and started down the hall, wondering where he would look next. The only place left would be.. Yes! The basement. There were no other hiding spots for the elusive tool. Excitement once again coursing in his veins, Mr. Pigglywiggly practically ran through his cozy abode and at last came to the door leading down into the basement.
Holy crickets! What is that most dreadful smell? Mr. Pigglywiggly thought after opening the door leading to the basement. Holding his nose tight, he quickly started descending the steps. Right, after this project I think I'll start on the basement next. It could defiantly do with a good scrub! Shortly after reaching the bottom and fumbling with the cord to the single light bulb, he started his search once again for his screwdriver.
A short time later, the search brought Mr. Pigglywiggly back to the stairs. Maybe, just maybe... he thought, dropping to his knees and reaching between the steps. His hand quickly found something soft and gooey. Perplexed, he moved his hand farther inside the cold, moist substance, groping inside with great interest. His heart gave a sharp pang of excitement as his hand finally closed around a hard object. Barely able to contain his squeal of delight, he pulled the object out and looked upon his prize.
The screwdriver
Mr. Pigglywiggly stared at the tool affectionately in the dim light, brushing off the syrup-like substance. "Well well, looks like you need a cleaning!" he said aloud, scrambling to his feet and starting up the stairs with a slight skip in his step. He whistled a soft tune as he thought of the many things he could now do with the screwdriver. There was so much to be done! It was all actually quite silly, really. All this trouble. All this time spent looking for the screwdriver. The whole while, it was still inside Mrs. Pigglywiggly.