Rascal Fantastical
I was riding home on my dark red bike from a very long time on the site of a crime. Again. I am a detective and a very good one at it, but today was one of those days that my job was a pain in the brain. It had been a 90* degree kind of day too, which did not help make my detective stuff any easier. That’s why I was looking forward to a relaxing time at home, and maybe even more than 7 hours of sleep. A cold nutty bar sounds good right now I thought, since I knew my wife bought some at the local store yesterday.
I arrived home and dragged my dark red bike into the garage were junk was piled up to the roof. Maybe that’s why we don’t own a car, I thought. I looked the garage door when I put my bike in a corner where it was a perfect fit for a bike. Then I opened the door and our lab dog, Rascal, came and jumped on me, pulling me down and started to lick my face all over.
“Okay, Okay Rascal! I’m glad to see you to!”I said, getting him off me, trying to get up.
“Honey! how was work?” My wife said, walking up to me and giving me a soft kiss.
“Stressful,” I said, and flopped on the couch in the family room that was by the door.
“would you like a candy bar then?” My wife said, and went into the kitchen before I could answer.
I closed my eyes wanting a nap, but I saw something in the corner move. It’s probably Rascal I thought. But Rascal was in the backyard because my wife took him out after he had said hi to his master. Then I heard a loud thump. I sat up on the comfortable couch and waited for the thump to happen again.
Thump, thump, Thump, I heard.
“here is a nutty-buddy bar!” my wife handed the candy bar to me.
“Thank you dear,” I sighed, licking the cold candy.
“Dinner will be ready in about a half an hour!”She exclaimed, and hurryed in the kitchen, since the stove was beeping annoyingly.
Thump, thump, thump, the noise went again.
Suddenly, I heard a loud crack! and a large hole by the fireplace appeared and out came a giant rat the size of a toddler. I screamed like a little girl, and held my candy bar so tight,I thought I would destroy it into tiny pieces. The rat sniffed the air and saw me for the first time and my nutty-buddy bar was melting in my hand. This is just like my life I thought, mixed up mashed up and weird.
My wife came in when the rat was slowly coming torward the nutty-buddy bar and she screamed as loud as a horn. She ran to the back door and let Rascal in and Rascal Ran right in to the giant rat and they fought and rolled right into the backyard and on the grass Rascal killed the rat. Rascal was bloody so my wife cleaned him up, crying how he was a hero, while I removed the rat in to the trash can.
Since that incident, we have called our Rascal, Rascal Fantastical and have always counted on our dog killing a huge rat if one ever comes to my house again.
So the very next day I put a sign our door saying:
Heed all rats, Prince Rascal Fantastical lies in this house
I will never forget that day
