John published another story.
You might remember the first two.
There once were three voles.
They lived in three houses right next to each other.
Every chance they got they stole food from the other two voles.
When the middle vole went shopping the other two would steal his food.
When the vole on the left went out the other two voles would steal his food.
This was inconvenient.
So the middle vole suggested they go on a quest for food, together.
So they did.
In the middle of the trek, the middle vole had an idea.
He said he was sick and headed home.
He stole the other voles food and ate it in his kitchen, just like it was his own.
The other two voles found their food gone when they came home.
They went out to complain to the moon.
They saw each other in the moonlight, complaining,,,
and then they had an idea.
They jumped up on the middle voles roof and did a dance to annoy him.
He came out of his house and the two voles on the roof spat at him so he had to go back inside.
The next day a big cat moved into the neighborhood.
And the voles didn’t go out anymore.
They had their food delivered.
Brilliant, I say.
Coyotes are dogs aren’t they?
I like dogs.
But the Linkyshire coyotes argue a lot.
And that is unacceptable.
Because their arguing is scary.
I feel scared when they’re all together like that.
About some bone or something.
In the middle of the night.
In the middle of Linkyshire.
When I’m not trying to sleep.
When I’m all alone.
Pinky never comes to LInkyshire anymore.
As you may recall she said LInkyshire was boring.
It has been so long since she’s been here.
Of course, I have been to Pinkyshire.
But I find Pinkyshire boring.
And her house isn’t Pink anymore either.
So what is going on?
So what to do?
Do you have any suggestions?
I’m going to the dog park to think about it.
He said Pinketoon challenged him.
Chained him like a big dog, he said.
So he took the challenge,
but changed the lock on his door.
See if she’ll be up to that challenge, he said.
So much for his love life, I guess.
John and I went to the dog park to philosophize.
Dogs are wise.
I thought we might learn something.
I saw Pinketoon out in the parking lot.
John was following her,
because she had a leash attached to his neck,
pulling him along.
Pinketoon was skipping or mock skipping around.
I couldn’t tell which.
John followed unresistingly.
What the heck?