THE ABILITY TO PLAN A GREAT PLAN IS ESSENTIAL FOR EXECUTING AN ABOVE AVERAGE PLAN.
THIS IS DUE TO THE STATISTICALLY PROVEN TRUTH THAT THINGS DON’T ALWAYS GO ACCORDING TO PLAN. SOMETIMES, YOUR PLANS CHANGE. OTHER TIMES, YOU CHANGE YOUR PLANS. BUT ALMOST ALWAYS, YOUR PLANS CHANGE YOU. IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE. WHETHER YOU ACCEPT IT OR NOT, CHANGE IS THE ONLY THING THAT SEEMS TO BE CONSTANT IN OUR UNIVERSE AND WE AS CREATURES OF COMFORT NATURALLY FIND THAT THIS UNIVERSAL TRUTH CAN SOMETIMES BE QUITE UNCOMFORTABLE. LET’S TAKE G. FOR EXAMPLE.
WHEN G. WAS A LIL’ G. HE WANTED TO BE A DINOSAUR.
BUT, UPON THE CONSTANT REINFORCEMENT FROM HIS TRIBE THAT HE COULD NOT, IN FACT, BE A DINOSAUR, HE CHANGED THE PLAN AND DECIDED TO BECOME A PALEONTOLOGIST. HOWEVER, HE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO PROPERLY SPELL ‘PALEONTOLOGIST’, NOR DID HE KNOW WHAT A PALEONTOLOGIST EVEN DID FOR MOST OF THE DAY OTHER THAN HANG OUT WITH DINOSAURS.
SO, G. WAS FACED WITH A BIT OF A CONUNDRUM.
WHAT WAS HIS PLAN FOR HIS LIFE HERE ON EARTH?
WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL THIS TIME AND ENERGY?
WELL, HE DECIDED TO BE AN EGG, UNTIL HE FIGURED OUT THE BEST COURSE OF ACTION.
SO, HE WENT AROUND THE HOUSE IN SEARCH FOR ALL THE PILLOWS. EVERY LAST ONE. BIG PILLOWS, SMALL PILLOWS, HARD PILLOWS AND SOFT. HE RETRIEVED EVERY LAST ONE IN HIS JURISDICTION.
AFTER A SUCCESSFUL HUNTING AND GATHERING SESSION, HE BROUGHT HIS NEWLY ACQUIRED PILLOW COLLECTION TO THE BACK ROOM OF THE HOUSE WHERE THERE WAS A LARGE SCREEN DOOR LETTING IN AN ABUNDANCE OF FRESH AIR, ALONG WITH AN ADORABLE LITTLE TELEVISION SET WELL EQUIPPED WITH A VHS PLAYER. THE PERFECT SETUP TO FALL ASLEEP TO WHILE LISTENING TO THE ANGELIC SOUNDS OF GODZILLA (1998) PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND.
HE THEN SPRINTED DOWN THE HALLWAY, AROUND THE CORNER, DOWN THE STAIRS AND ACROSS THE ROOM TO THE LARGE MOVIE COLLECTION THAT LIVED ON THE OLD OAK SHELVES AND GRABBED HIS FAVOURITE GODZILLA FLICK. THEN, SPRINTED BACK ACROSS THE ROOM, UP THE STAIRS, AROUND THE CORNER, DOWN THE HALLWAY INTO THE BACK ROOM AND WENT PRONE AS HE ARMY CRAWLED THE LAST METER TO THE VHS MACHINE.
HE SLID THE TAPE IN, AS THE MACHINE MAKES THE SOUNDS OF A HUNGRY ROBOT AS IT DEVOURS THE VHS TAPE.
G. WAS PUMPED. THIS WAS ONE OF THE BEST DAYS OF HIS LIFE.
HE HAD HIS PARENTS IN HIS LIFE SOMEWHERE, BEING PARENTS, DOING PARENTAL THINGS. HE HAD HIS PILLOWS TO MAKE HIS MAKE-SHIFT EGG WHICH GIVE HIM A SAFE A QUIET SPACE TO FIGURE OUT WHAT HE WANTED TO DO WITH HIS LIFE, AND HE HAD ‘GOD’-ZILLA IN THE SAME ROOM WITH HIM, TEACHING HIM HOW TO BE A REAL G.
SOME MIGHT EVEN CALL THIS THE DEFINITION OF PERFECTION. OTHERS MIGHT CALL THIS THE DEFINITION OF THE PROMISED LAND. G.? HE JUST CALLED IT HOME. HIS HOME WHERE HE WAS SAFE TO BE HIMSELF AND UNAWARE OF ALL HE TOOK FOR GRANTED. BUT HOW COULD HE KNOW WHAT HE DID NOT FULLY UNDERSTAND? AFTER ALL, SCIENTISTS HAVE NOTED THAT HIS DINOSAUR BRAIN WAS APPROXIMATELY ONLY THE SIZE OF A PEA, AND AT THAT TIME, HAD NOT YET DEVELOPED THE CAPACITY TO TRULY COMPREHEND THE VAST SEA OF SOLUTIONS, OR UNIVERSAL TRUTHS, OR EVEN OF ALL THE POSITIVE POTENTIALS THAT EXIST ALL AROUND HIM.
HIS POTENTIAL OUTCOMES WERE LIMITED TO HIS ENVIRONMENT. AND HIS ENVIRONMENT, IN THIS CASE, WAS A MAN-MADE EGG, MADE BY A LITTLE MAN WITH THE BRAIN APPROXIMATELY THE SIZE WITH THAT OF A PEA.
SO HE, BEING SO ENTHRALLED WITH HIS LIMITED HUMAN VISION, CRAWLED INTO HIS MAN-MADE EGG AND CURLED UP JUST LIKE HOW HE THOUGHT THE DINOSAURS OR GODZILLA BABIES WOULD HAVE.
THEN HE FELL INTO A DEEP SLEEP AND LET THE FILM PLAY IN THE BACKGROUND WITH THE SCREEN DOOR UNLOCKED AND UNOBSTRUCTED, ALLOWING THE FRESHEST MOUNTAIN AIR TO FILL THE ROOM.
EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT. EVERYTHING WAS WARM. EVERYTHING WAS HOW HE THOUGHT IT SHOULD BE. WHY BE A DINOSAUR OR A PALEONTOLOGIST WHEN YOU CAN BE YOURSELF AND TAKE A NAP IN AN EGG MADE ENTIRELY OF PILLOWS?
LIFE MADE PERFECT SENSE. IT WAS AS IF HE DISCOVERED THE MAGICAL SECRET TO BECOMING THE MASTER OF HIS UNIVERSE.
UNTIL, HE WOKE UP TO THE SOUND OF HIS MOTHER CRYING AND THE MUSIC FROM THE MOVIE CREDITS ROLLING IN THE BACKGROUND.
HE DIDN’T MOVE A MUSCLE. HE CHOSE TO JUST STAY PUT IN HIS FETAL POSITION TO BEST OF HIS ABILITY TO EFFECTIVELY HEAR THE OUTSIDE WORLD.
WITH A SMALL CRACK IN HIS PILLOW-EGG, G. LOOKED THROUGH TO SEE HIS MOTHER CRYING WHILE HOLDING THE PHONE TO HER CHEEK.
“WE NEED TO FIND HIM! WE HAVE TO! WE MUST! MY BABY! WHERE IS HE?” SHE CRIED OUT LOUD.
ALL G. COULD HEAR NOW WAS THE INAUDIBLE MUMBLING THAT CAME FROM THE PHONE.
“NO, THAT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH. LOOK HARDER! LOOK EVERYWHERE. GET THE POLICE, GET THE FIREFIGHTERS, GET THE ARMY AND THE AIR FORCE IF YOU CAN. HECK, GET A PSYCHIC INVESTIGATOR! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU DO, JUST FIND MY BABY, PLEASE!” SHE PLEADED.
G. LISTENED AND THOUGHT TO HIMSELF IN CONFUSION, ‘HMMM, THAT’S ODD, I’M RIGHT HERE. I WONDER WHY SHE SOUNDS SO DESPERATE TO KNOW MY WHEREABOUTS. AM I IN TROUBLE? MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE I TOOK ALL HER PILLOWS? I DON’T KNOW. ANYWAYS, THIS SURE SOUNDS LIKE A WHOLE LOT OF CONFLICT TO HATCH MYSELF INTO. MAYBE I SHOULD JUST STAY HERE NICELY CURLED UP IN MY PILLOW-EGG WHERE IT’S WARM, SAFE, AND HOPEFULLY WHEN I WAKE UP AGAIN, THIS SITUATION WILL HAVE BEEN RIGHTFULLY RESOLVED ALL ON ITS OWN.
AND HE WENT BACK INTO AN EVEN DEEPER SLEEP, WHILE HIS MOTHER FRANTICALLY CALLED EVERYONE WHO COULD HELP HER FIND HER MISSING BABY BOY.
MEANWHILE, WAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TOWN, G.’S FATHER WAS RELAXING IN THE MIDDLE OF TYPICAL AFTERNOON TRAFFIC JAM, JAMMIN’ OUT TO SOME CLASSIC ROCK N’ ROLL UNTIL HE RECEIVED AN UNEXPECTED CALL.
‘RING-RING, RING-RING… RING-RING, RING-RING…’
HE GRABS THE PHONE BUZZING IN THE CUP-HOLDER AND FLIPS IT OPEN TO ANSWER, “HELLO! I’M IN TRAFFIC, MIND IF I CALL THIS NUMBER BACK LATER?”
“OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS, DON’T HANG UP, I’M SO GLAD YOU ANSWERED! OUR BABY, HE’S VANISHED, HE’S DISAPPEARED WITHOUT A TRACE, HE’S COMPLETELY GONE! WHERE IS HE, WHERE COULD HE BE!? I CALLED THE POLICE AND THEY PUT OUT AN AMBER ALERT BUT NO ONE HAS SEEN HIM. QUICK, YOU HAVE TO FREAK OUT AND OVER-REACT LIKE I AM FREAKING OUT AND OVER-REACTING SO WE CAN BOTH FREAK OUT AND OVER-REACTING SIMULTANEOUSLY SO YOU CAN BE STRESSED OUT TOO AND INEFFECTIVELY HELP ME FIND HIM BEFORE I PASS OUT FROM CRYING SO HARD. PLEASE, DRIVE AROUND LIKE A MANIAC UNTIL YOU LOCATE OUR LIL’ G.!” SHE DEMANDED.
“UH, YA, SURE, NO PROBLEM. I’LL JUST SPEED THROUGH TOWN LIKE A BANK ROBBER DURING A FULL MOON ALL THE WAY BACK HOME JUST TO LOOK FOR OUR SON THAT YOU LOST TRACK OF UNDER YOUR WATCH EYE. BUT FIRST, AS SLOWLY AS YOU CAN, TELL ME WHAT YOU WERE DOING WHEN YOU LAST SAW HIM? THAT SHOULD GIVE US BOTH A CLUE AS TO WHERE HE COULD BE.” HE REPLIED IN A MORE THAN IRRITATED TONE.
“I WAS PUTTING FOILS IN JUNE’S HAIR SO SHE LOOKS PERFECT FOR HER DATE WITH SOME FANCY LAWYER GUY THIS WEEKEND. THEN, G. RAN PAST US A FEW TIMES WITH HIS ARMS COMPLETELY FULL OF PILLOWS AND HE WENT TO THE BACK ROOM TO WATCH HIS FAVOURITE GODZILLA MOVIE, AND WHEN I CAME TO THE BACK ROOM TO TAKE A BREAK WHILE JUNE’S FOILS WERE SETTING IN HER HAIR, I NOTICED THAT THE MOVIE WAS OVER, THE SCREEN DOOR WAS UNLOCKED AND G. WAS ABSOLUTLEY NO WHERE TO BE FOUND. NOW THERE IS JUST THIS MASSIVE PILE OF PILLOWS CONSUMING THE ENTIRE SOFA AND I’M STANDING HERE COMPLETELY BAWLING WHILE CALLING EVERYONE I CAN TO HELP FIND HIM, WHILE JUNE WENT OUT IN HER HUMONGOUS CAR WITH HER FOILS STILL FRESHLY PASTED ON HER HEAD, DRIVING AROUND THE COMMUNITY WITH FRESH FOILS PASTED IN HER HAIR LOOKING FOR HIM WHILE I FREAK OUT ON THE PHONE WITH THE POLICE AND YOU, HERE AT HOME.” SHE ADMITTED.
“SO, JUNE IS JUST DRIVING THROUGHT TOWN LOOKING FOR G. WITH FRESH FOILS STILL PASTED TO HER HEAD?” HE ASKED IN A FASCINATED TONE.
SHE SNIFFLED AS SHE WIPED THE FALLING TEARS FROM HER FACE. “YA.”
HE LOOKED DOWN AT THE CLOCK. IT WAS 1:26PM. JUST BEFORE RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC WOULD START.
“OK, I’LL BE RIGHT THERE. HE SAID, AS HE SHUT THE PHONE WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE AND PUT HIS TRUCK IN 4X4 MODE. THEN HE TURNED THE WHEEL HARD AND STEERED HIS TRUCK INTO THE TRAFFIC MEDIAN TO TAKE THE BACK ROADS TO AN ALTERNATE ROUTE WHICH WOULD GET HIM HOME AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. THEN HE COULD START FROM SQUARE ONE.
MEANWHILE, BACK ON THE OTHERSIDE OF TOWN, JUNE WAS DRIVING SEMI-FRANTICALLY THROUGH THE COMMUNITY, WONDERING WHY EVERYONE SEEMED TO BE STARING AT HER WHILE SHE WAS STOPPED AT THE TRAFFIC INTERSECTIONS IN WHAT SEEMED TO BE ADMIRATION DUE TO HER COOL NEW HAIRDO.
“WOW, I SURE MUST LOOK LIKE A REAL BAD-BITCH, DON’T I?” SHE THOUGHT TO HERSELF OUT LOUD. “WHERE IS THIS LITTLE GUY? HE COULDN’T HAVE GONE TOO FAR, AND HE SURELY WASN’T KIDNAPPED. WE WOULD’VE HEARD A COMOTION OR SOMETHING OF THE SORT.” SHE SAID IN AN ATTEMPT TO COMFORT HERSELF.
WHEN SUDDENLY, A SWARM OF ABOUT TEN POLICE CARS APPEARED, SPEEDING THROUGH THE INTERSECTION WITH THEIR LIGHTS ON AND NO SIRENS, FOLLOWED BY THE POLICE HELICOPTER SCANNING THE AREA FROM UP ABOVE.
“OH, SHIT! THIS JUST GOT REAL” JUNE SAID, FOLLOWED BY HER JAW DROPPING IN SHEER AMAZEMENT.
‘WEE-WOO, WEE-WOO, WEE-WOO, WEE-WOO… HONK-HONK’
THE POLICE WERE CLEARLY SCRAMBLING AROUND THE COMMUNITY LOOKING FOR ANY SUSPICIOUS LOOKING PERSONS.
THEN SUDDENLY, LEAVES AND DUST STARTED TO FLY UP AROUND JUNE’S PARKED CAR AS THE POLICE HELICOPTER LOWERED DOWN ON JUNE’S LOCATION AND THEN ALL TEN OF THE POLICE VEHICLES SPED OVER TO JUNE’S PARKED CAR AND CIRCLED HER COMPLETELY TO PREVENTED HER FROM MOVING ANYWHERE.
JUNE HEARD A LOUD AND SCRATCHY SOUND COMING FROM ONE OF THE POLICE VEHICLES MEGAPHONES. “WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED. TURN OFF YOUR VEHICLE AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP.” A LOUD AND CRANKY VOICE DEMANDED.
JUNE WAS SHOCKED. SHE REALIZED THAT THEY THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR G.’S DISSAPPEARANCE, SINCE SHE IS INEVITABLY THE MOST SUSPICIOUS LOOKING PERSON IN THE ENTIRE COMMUNITY AT THE MOMENT.
“SHIT, I GUESS I REALLY AM A BAD BITCH AFTER ALL. WELL, I GUESS I BETTER ACT THE PART.” SHE SAID CONFIDENTLY AS SHE THREW HER CAR INTO GEAR AND SPED DIRECTLY TOWARDS THE MOST OPEN SPACE WHERE THE POLICE VEHICLES WERE NOT CLOSELY JOINED.
A LARGE CRASH ECHOED THROUGHT THE COMMUNITY AS THE POLICE VEHICLES BLOCKADE WAS SMASHED INTO AND PUSHED WIDE OPEN BY THE FRONT END OF JUNE’S HEAVY SEDAN.
SHE SPED DOWN THE STREETS IN AN ATTRMPT TO LOSE THEM, AND TOOK A SHORTCUT BACK TO THE HOUSE WHERE SHE SAW G.’S FATHER DRIVING DOWN THE OTHER END OF THE ROAD ON HIS WAY BACK TO THE HOUSE.
‘HONK-HONK, HONK-HONK-HONK-HONK’ JUNE SLAPPED HER HORN IN ATTEMPTS TO COMMUNICATE WITH G.’S FATHER.
HE RECOGNIZED THAT VEHICLE. IT WAS JUNE’S. ‘BUT WHY DID IT HAVE SUCH A BIG DENT IN THE FRONT?’ HE WONDERED AS HE PULLED OVER TO THE SIDE OF THE ROAD TO WAIT FOR A COUPLE SECONDS AND WAIT FOR JUNE’S BUSTED UP VEHICLE TO MAKE ITS WAY TO HIM WITH GREAT SPEED.
JUNE PULLED UP AND STOPPED HER CAR RIGHT BESIDE HIM WITH THE POLICE HELICOPTER DIRECTLY ABOVE HER AND THE POLICE SIRENS SOUNDING LOUDLY IN THE DISTANCE.
“JUNE, WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CAR? WHERE IS G.? WHY ARE THE COPS HOT ON YOUR TAIL? WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE SUCH A REAL BAD BITCH?” HE YELLED, AS HE LEANED OUT HIS TRUCK WINDOW AND INTERROGATED HER WITH A FRUSTRATED LOOK ON HIS FACE.
“I, I DON’T KNOW! THE POLICE JUST RANDOMLY PULLED ME OVER BECAUSE I THINK THEY THINK I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR G.’S DISAPPEARANCE, AND I, I, I… I JUST PANICKED!” JUNE SAID IN UTTER AMAZEMENT. “THEN I CRASHED INTO THEIR BLOCKADE AND NOW I’M PRACTICALLY DRIVING FOR MY FREEDOM.”
“YOU’RE, WHAT!” G.’S FATHER YELLED OUT LOUD.
“I’M RUNNING FROM THE POLICE!” SHE REPORTED IN HASTE.
“BUT WHY!?” HE QUESTIONED AGAIN FOR CLARIFICATION.
“I DON’T REALLY KNOW. MAYBE BECAUSE I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO AFTER WATCHING ALL THOSE COP SHOWS ON TV!? PROBABLY BECAUSE THEY MADE ME FEEL LIKE A CRIMINAL IN THE WAY THEY PULLED ME OVER, SO KNOW I FEEL LIKE I REALLY NEED TO ENVELOP THAT ROLE AND ACTUALLY FULFILL MY NEW IDENTITY IN BEING A LEGITIMATE CRIMINAL. SO NOW I AM ON THE RUN AND I AM JUST DRIVING DOWN THIS STREET IN AN ATTEMPT TO LOSE EM’ AND I SAW YOU PULLING UP, SO I THOUGHT I SHOULD STOP AND LET YOU KNOW THAT I HAVEN’T SEEN YOUR SON, BUT THAT I AM NOW A WANTED CRIMINAL WHO IS CURRENTLY EVADING THE POLICE, SO NOW I NEED TO GET ON OUTTA’ HERE AND SEE IF I CAN MAKE IT TO MEXICO IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS IN HOPES OF STARTING A COMPLETELY NEW LIFE WITH A COMPLETELY NEW IDENTITY.” SHE DECLARED.
“BUT DON’T YOU HAVE A DATE WITH SOME FANCY LAWYER GUY THIS UPCOMING WEEKEND?” HE QUESTIONED LOUDLY.
JUNE LOOKED UP TO SEE IF HER FOILS WERE STILL IN HER HAIR PROPERLY, BUT ONLY NOTICED THE POLICE HELICOPTER HOVERING DIRECTLY ABOVE HER. “YA, I DID, BUT CAN’T YOU SEE I’M BUSY!? I’M SURE HE’LL UNDERSTAND.”
“JUNE, YOU STILL HAVE FOILS IN YOUR HAIR! YOU AREN’T IN OPTIMAL CONDITION TO BE RUNNING FROM THE POLICE!” HE CLARIFIED.
“OH, DON’T BE SUCH A NEGATIVE NANNY! I GOTTA GO! I’M SURE YOU WILL FIND G. SOMETHING TELLS ME HE HASN’T GONE FAR. HE’S PROBABLY STILL IN THE HOUSE SOMEWHERE, TAKING A NAP UNDER A WHOLE BUNCH OF PILLOWS LIKE HE ALWAYS DOES WHENEVER I COME OVER. TELL YOUR FAMILY THAT I LOVE THEM ALL DEARLY. NOW, I SERIOUSLY GOTTA GO!” SHE YELLED DRAMATICALLY AS THE POLICE CARS RIPPED AROUND THE CORNER ONE BY ONE.
“OK, IF YOU SAY SO! WELL, I GUESS THIS IS IT? I WISH YOU THE BEST AND GOOD LUCK ON YOUR ESCAPE PLAN.” HE SAID WITH SOME CHEER.
“THANKS. I’LL NEED IT! SAYONARA!” SHE EXCLAIMED.
AND AS THE POLICE WERE DRAWING CLOSER, SHE PRESSED HER FOOT DOWN ON THE GAS PEDAL AND SPED OFF DOWN THE STREET AND AROUND THE CORNER OFF TOWARDS THE SOUTHERN BORDERS.
THE POLICE SPED BY G.’S FATHER LIKE A NASCAR RACE AS THEY CHASED AFTER JUNE. THE HELICOPTER FOLLOWED DIRECTLY FROM ABOVE.
AND THEN EVERYTHING WENT QUIET.
AFTER A FEW MOMENTS OF MUCH NEEDED SILENCE, G.’S FATHER COLLECTED HIMSELF AND THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT HE WAS GOING TO TELL G.’S MOTHER, THEN PROCEEDED TO GO INSIDE AND SEARCH FOR HIS BABY BOY.
UPON ENTERING THE HOME. HE WENT TO THE BACK ROOM TO SEE G,’S MOTHER STILL STANDING THERE, STARING OUT THE SCREEN DOOR, WONDERING WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO HER BABY BOY.
G.’S FATHER ENTERED THE ROOM AND ANNOUNCED HIS PRESENCE “HEY, I’M HOME. JUNE TOLD ME TO TELL YOU THAT SHE LOVES US ALL DEARLY AND THAT SHE’S NOT COMING BACK BECAUSE SHE DECIDED TO GO START A NEW LIFE IN MEXICO AND CHANGE HER IDENTITY DUE TO HER RANDOM NEW LIFE CHOICE TO NOW BECOME A FUGITIVE ALL OF A SUDDEN AND RUN FROM THE POLICE AFTER HAVING A NEGATIVE EXPERIENCE WITH THEM AT A RANDOM CHECK STOP WHILE LOOKING FOR G… ANY CHANCE THAT YOUV’E FOUND G. YET?” HE STATED AS CASUAL AS POSSIBLE.
SHE LOOKED AT HIM IN COMPLETE CONFUSION WITH TEARS STILL TRICKLING DOWN HER FACE, “WHAT! THAT’S THE STRANGEST NEWS I’VE EVER HEARD, AND NO, I HAVEN’T FOUND G. I’VE LOOKED PRACTICALLY EVERYWHERE IN AND AROUND THIS HOUSE WITH NO LUCK AT ALL. AND I’M SO TIRED, AND HUNGRY, AND NOW JUNE RAN AWAY TO START A NEW LIFE IN MEXICO AND CHANGE HER IDENTITY AND I’M JUST SO TIRED AND UPSET AND CONFUSED I COULD JUST FALL ASLEEP IN THAT BIG PILE OF PILLOWS ALL BUNCHED UP TOGETHER ON THE SOFA.”
“THE PILLOWS!” HE SHOUTED. “CHECK THE PILLOWS!”
SUDDENLY, AS G.’S FATHER AND MOTHER RUSHED OVER TO THE PILLOW PILE, THEY NOTICED THE PILLOWS WERE SHOWING SIGNS OF MOVEMENT.
THEY BOTH STOPPED MOVING TO MAKE SURE THAT THEIR EYES WEREN’T DECEIVING THEM.
“DON’T, MOVE, A MUSCLE.” SHE WHISPERED.
THEN, THE TOP OF THE PILLOW PILE OPENED UP AND A COUPLE PILLOWS FELL OFF THE TOP WHERE A LITTLE ARM STRETCHED ITSELF OUT.
G.’S FATHER SLAPPED HIS HAND ON HIS HEAD. “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.”
AND G.’S HEAD SLOWLY POPPED UP FROM THE CENTER OF THE PILE AND HE LOOKED AROUND THE ROOM AND ASKED CALMY “HEY, WHY ARE YOU TWO SO LOUD? AND WHY IS MOMMY CRYING?”
AND G.’S MOTHER BURST INTO TEARS AND RUSHED OVER TO THE SOFA CRYING UNCONTROLLABLY TO PICK UP HER NEWLY FOUND BABY BOY WITH BOTH ARMS AND HUGGED HIM DEARLY, AS IF SHE FOUND HIM AFTER HAVING LOST HIM FOR WHAT FELT LIKE ALL OF ETERNITY.
AND G.’S FATHER STOOD THERE FROM ACROSS THE ROOM AND SMILED WITH GLEE AS HE CHUCKLED OUT “THAT’S MY BOY! OR SHOULD I SAY, DINOSAUR!”
AND THEY ALL LAUGHED AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.