Da Smitty Code IV: Shocking Revelation (part one of one)

The secret code hidden in the Smitty’s ear is not bigger than a bread box.

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ the unspeakable name of god.

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ dog.

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ only visible with lemon juice

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ special specs.

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ really just a bunch of fleas

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ all that interesting.

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ however, still our topic!

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ still perpetrating blog entries

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ a vapid dead end for a story

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ well-beaten dead horse

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ number.

The Zen of Box Self-Insertion (or, What is the Sound of one Mister Laughing)

Today –

San Pelligrino box half-full:

Mr. Smitty darts inside –

-- Can’t Fit!

Funny Smitty!

Mr. Smitty vs. Empty Space

Mr. Smitty likes to hide in boxes!

When the Misters get a case of Perrier, we keep the boxes for our empty bottles (to take to the rechonchling). That means that these kitty-friendly boxes hang around empty and waiting like a lap ready to be sat in.

And if one of these gaping boxes happens to fall over…

The Smitty darts into it and has a box adventure!

“Box Adventures” follow a pattern:

1) dart inside and wrestle down each corner of the box to ensure there are no other means of egress (or to discover if critters ripe for capture and beheading are present)

2) peek back out to see if the coast is clear, to watch the bemused reaction of the Misters, or to bid farewell to the former world

3) Plunge back into the box for a long rest richly deserved by the conquering Smitty!