A Day In The LIfe of Tyrone

A Day In The Life Of Tyrone

Ah, here I am, King of my own little world. I'm sitting on the throne in the spare room surveying my kingdom, the fenced-in backyard through this upstairs window. Let's see...clear to the right, clear to the left, clear in center. Ah, all calm and peaceful as should be. Wait! Wait! I see a trespasser in my kingdom! "Stop!" I cry out with a sound that would resemble, me, a dog, getting goosed. Oh no! I can't control my shaking! From the tip of my small black nose, to the tip of my silver-gray stump tail, I am shaking! I just have to get outside! Okay! I'm off this throne---THUMP---Okay, I'm running down the hall to the stairs. Ohhh---THUNK--THUNK--THUNK---CLICK--CLICK--THUNK---Ohhh, stop this house from spinning! Okay, I've got my feet under me again. Patio door, patio door, rabbit, rabbit. Ouch! That darn plant rack in the way again! Ahhh! Victory! I have attained the patio door! Please, please let me out! I have to catch that perpetrator! Darn, all of my fun ruined. My human family won't let me out. Oh well, let's see if one of them will take me for a ride!