I’m standing in front of the open fridge checking what there is to eat when I hear Fleegle behind me. He could be no where to be seen but at the sound of the fridge door opening, he magically materializes out of thin air. “Whatcha doing, Raud?”
“I’m thinking about fixing something to eat.”
“Oh boy, what am I having?”
“Not you, me.”
“Didn’t you learn to share as a kid?”
Franny drags a stick inside from the yard. “Do all people think have to about things so much before doing them? Or is it just you?”
“This is nothing,” Fleegle says. “At least he’s thinking about something and not just thinking about thinking.”
“Okay, I’ve decided,” I say.
Fleegle sits next to Franny and says, “Wait for it.”
“Yes, I’m going to make a sandwich.”
Fleegle’s tail sweeps the floor behind. “He’s a terrible sandwich maker. He does it all backwards. He puts the mayonnaise on the bread instead of the bread in the mayonnaise.”
Franny spits out a chunk of wood from her stick. “What’s a sandwich?” she asks.
“A sandwich is an awesome way to eat mayonnaise,” he says and thumps his tail against the floor.
Franny looks at Fleegle. “What’s mayonnaise?”
Fleegle shakes his head. “I’ve no idea.”
“But you eat it?”
“Of course.”
“So you eat things even when you don’t know what they are?”
“I’m a Labrador.”
“So am I but every time I start chewing on something that smells tasty, Raud pulls it out of my mouth and shoves that pink rubber thing in my face.”
“That’s the puppy Kong. Impossible to eat, but you can eat what Raud puts inside it.”
“What’s he put inside it?” she asks.
Fleegle watches me lay the cold cuts on the cutting board and get the jar of mayo from the fridge. “Well, if it were up to me, I’d put a few slices of ham in there, along with some provolone cheese, then slather it in mayonnaise.”
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