Turtle & Canary, Tuesday
Mike was NOT going to talk about, or even think about, what had happened this weekend. His childhood had been awful the first time around. It had done wonders for all of his injuries, however, so there was that at least.
He walked over to dairy aisle carrying an apron and push broom, and looked down sternly at the panda sulking on the floor. "Are we done here?"
The panda whuffled, and then grudgingly stood up and put on the apron.
Mike nodded at it. "Good. Now, I don't want to hear any more about it. Help Apu clean up this mess -- it stinks in here."
A half hour later, the shelves were righted and the spoiled food was all thrown away. Mike pulled a stalk of bamboo from where he'd hidden it in the floral case and offered it to his new employee. "Keep up the good work."
Today's Squishy flavors: Compromise, Change, Red
He walked over to dairy aisle carrying an apron and push broom, and looked down sternly at the panda sulking on the floor. "Are we done here?"
The panda whuffled, and then grudgingly stood up and put on the apron.
Mike nodded at it. "Good. Now, I don't want to hear any more about it. Help Apu clean up this mess -- it stinks in here."
A half hour later, the shelves were righted and the spoiled food was all thrown away. Mike pulled a stalk of bamboo from where he'd hidden it in the floral case and offered it to his new employee. "Keep up the good work."
Today's Squishy flavors: Compromise, Change, Red