Anyway, as I was saying, that evening I was about to turn off my computer and stop working when...the phone rang. At that exact instant, my cell phone began playing my latest squeaktone. I had thirty-five text massages in my in-box! Then the fax machine started spitting out sheets of paper all over my room.
And the computer began shrieking like my cheeseball the clown alarm clock with the volume set on Hysterical. Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep! I glanced at the screen. Holy cheese! I had received fifty-seven new emails! What was going on? I grabbed my phone, hoping to solve the mystery. Rats! It was my grandfather William Shortpaws. Nine times out of ten Grandfather calls only to yell at me.
This time heshouted "Grandson, you better be ready for the grand opening! Don't embarrass me!"
Grand opening? I had no idea what Grandfather was talking about. Then my cell phone rang again.
It was my sister, Thea. "Hey, Gerry Berry! Let me know if you need a photographer for the grand opening!" she squeaked before she hung up. Grand opening? I had no idea what Thea was talking about.
I decided to go through my email. After all, I had fifty-seven messages! The first was from my cousin Trap.
From: Trap
Subject: Boring wear
Germenister,
Need something to wear to the grand opening. Can you lend me one of your stuffy suits?
Trap
I scratched my head.
Grand opening? I had no idea what Trap was talking about. I started to read my text massages, but I didn't get past the first one. It was from Petunia Pretty Paws.
"G, Good luck organizing the grand opening. See you there!" it read.
I had no idea what Petunia was talking about, but just thinking about her made me Smile. She's smart and kind and funny and pretty and...
Without even realizing it, I started to doodle her name over and over on a price of paper.
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