THINGS THAT GO BURP IN THE NIGHT

My grand daughters were sleeping over last night .Mainly they were there to amuse my wife and I. They succeeded marvelously even to the point of kicking my butt in Monopoly. I went bankrupt first and was liquidated mercilessly. It is great how some games just span the generations and serve as a cement for the building blocks of memories. When the noise subsided and I went to bed I found I was not alone. Toby, a foot tall orange and black tiger, was standing on my bed. Toby was being still but does have the ability to walk and does at my grand daughters direction. I was relieved that he stayed still and let me go to sleep. Late in the night I was awakened by a noise and found Toby was no longer still. His eyes were glowing and his tail wagging. Further investigation showed he was attempting to talk but very low as not to awaken the girls in the next room. A considerate tiger? With trepidation and caution I bent closer to hear his muttering. He was saying ” Toby eat Gorky.” I told him to go for it if it would quite him so I could get back to sleep. As an afterthought I rose up and warned him about the Gorky’s mistress, Katherine, who might be a tough broad. Sober, waking to talking tigers; talking back to them: I had thought these days gone forever. Oh well.