STORIES #5STORIES #5| Life is So Hard When You Can't Find Your Ball |
MOM: Milo, we've been playing ball for 2 hours. Now I have to work. Go rest!
MILO: Look! I'm bringing you this nice NEW ball I found, Mom!
MOM: Milo, it's the same ball we've been playing with for 2 hours. Go play by yourself now, I'm busy. Besides, you're panting, drooling and you're exhausted.
MILO: No, I'm not Mom...here's the tennis ball. Throw it again.
MOM: Milo, I said go play by yourself. I have work to do!!!!
MILO: I can't, Mom. I really NEED you to throw it! Pleeeeezzzzz!!!!
MOM: OK, but just one more throw. (Mom throws the wet tennis ball across the room)
MILO: Yay! Throw it again, Mom!
MOM: Milo, NO MORE! I have to work!
MILO: Here, I'm dropping it right in your lap, Mom. It's easy. I'm doing all the work! Just throw it!
MOM: Yeech! It's disgusting! This tennis ball weighs 5 lbs!
MILO: Sorry, it's a little soggy... Mom. Puulllllllleeeeeazzzzzzzz!!!!!!
MOM: No, Milo. We're both tired!
MILO: Not me! Look Mom. Don't I look cute with my chin on your lap?
MOM: Milo, I can't play anymore! Wait! Isn't that someone at the door?
MILO: They'll go away, Mom. Look at me! See my big brown eyes staring at you? You just can't stand it when I look at you like this with my head on your lap and my mouth open and my tongue hanging out the side, can you?
MOM: You're very cute, Milo but I just don't have any more time....
MILO: Mom, look. I'm putting my left paw on your lap. And now, my right paw, too. Now I'm putting my head down between my paws....aren't these big brown eyes just melting you??
MOM: God, Milo. You really are SO cute.
MILO: I am, aren't I, Mom? I'm irresistable.....
MOM: ...well.... just ONE more throw......
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