I was wicked on Saturday

 


I am still wearing my Halloween costume in this picture, because I was wicked.
On Saturday,I was home alone with Camo and I heard fifty gun shots.
It scared me, so I took off.
We have a large yard that is all fenced in, but I have a secret escape place.
I squeeze through a small space by the gate.

I took off down the highway for half a mile, till I saw some men sitting on their porch.
I went up to them and jumped on their lap. They were really nice to me.
They gave me a piece of baloney and saw my tag and went to call my folks.

My folks got back from their outing and couldn't find me. So they both took off in their cars looking for me.
Mom went down the same road that I took 2 years ago, when I ran away from gun shoot noises.
She said she was looking in the ditch, when she almost drove past me sitting on the porch, all by myself.
I don't know why it took her an hour to get here.
She was so happy to see me, she cried.

The old men, who were in full camouflage gear said they called my house,but their cell phone service drops off.
So Mom was just lucky again to find me.
The old guys mentioned they heard 50 gun shots near our area.
So now Mom knows why I took off.
Mom said she would make the hunters a cake, as a thank you.
They didn't shot the shots that scared me.
She made a white chocolate cake,and we delivered it the next morning.


I got scolded a lot that afternoon; something about traffic, cars, trucks, motorcycle and me on the same road.
Dad fixed my secret escape place, so now I might have to find another one.
Or they can never leave me alone again, during hunting seasons.
I hate the big boom and I just go off looking for people.
Camo stayed home and wasn't in trouble.
This is the only thing I ever do wrong, but boy I guess it's a big one.