The Lone Ranger ~ August DOTM ~

Well, I was just minding my own business, listening to the radio with by best friend and next room neighbor, Maryellen, after our day of escapades.

“You were riding Duffy! Seriously?” Kanani questioned us.

“Okay, so maybe things a tad out of hand. . .” I responded.

“A tad? These are my nice tupperwares!” Rachel grumped.

“Fine, fine.” Maryellen and I sighed.

A few hours earlier. . . . .

“Hey, Maryellen, the Lone Ranger rerun will be starting soon!” I shouted.

“Okay, okay, coming!” answered Maryellen.

She runs into the room.

“All ready!”

“Um, what are you holding?” I ask

“Bowls. In the radio stations, they used coconut shells to make the horse clomping sound, but these were the closest I could find.”

“Um, okay? Let’s pretend we are the horse!” I say, doubting Maryellen’s plan all the same.

We start clomping the bowls.

“These aren’t loud enough,” she complains.

“I have an idea!” I declare. “About we get a real horse! Well, one of Rachel or Felicity’s horses wouldn’t fit into the house. But Duffy is so big, he might as well be a horse!”

“Yee haw!” I shout as I jump on Duffy and start riding him around the room.

“Hey hey hey!” Rachel and Kanani walk in. “What’s all the ruckus?!”

“Um. . . he he he. . . long story. . .”

THE END