This is Deputy Digby Pancake. There are a few things that I know a lot about. How to make others happy just by being me.
I know how to howl for dinner so loud that I make my point, even when the persons are busy working and it goes past 3:30 pm and they should be preparing our meals. Brickle lets me do it.
I also know about dirt. I know a lot about mud. And I know how to get as much on me as possible in this Mississippi place. But not more than Girl Person.
When it rains in this Mississippi place, you can better believe that it will pour. And it’s been pouring. Raining. Raining with freezing rain. Then we added in some snow. And all of that combined made for a very muddy week so far.
As we were hiking on a trail, it was hard to see where to be on the path because of all the falling leaves. We had to keep looking for a red mark on the trees which let us know we were going the right way. However, it didn’t tell us to not fall in the water as we tried to cross it. Girl Person did not get that memo.
As Brickle and I gracefully jumped across the water, Girl Person could not keep up. She never finished her ballet lessons, by the way.
As she tried to follow in our footsteps, she followed in our footsteps. Non-gracefully. Except her feet were much bigger. Much heavier. And as she plopped those feet down, they got stuck in the Mississippi mud, y’all. And down, down, down went Girl Person.
As Girl Person fell, I almost saw the happenings in slow motion. There was nothing I could I do but smile. That works a lot of times, but not this time. Girl Person’s first words were that these were her last pair of clean pants. And they were not clean any longer.
Sheriff Brickle arrested the mud. But it didn’t remove it from her face. Or her pants. Or her everything. But she got up, exclaimed that as long as we were already dirty, we might as well get more dirty. And so we kept going. But we aren’t going anywhere today.
With all the mud and ice and snow, we need to have more pants. So it’s laundry day and cleaning up day. There won’t be much to clean up inside, since our house is half the size. Yes. The slideout is not out. It’s in. And well, we have a problem. But first things first. I feel like pie. Mississippi style. I think I have the perfect recipe. And I know where to get the ingredients.
–Deputy Digby Pancake