26 June 2019
Story #958
R. Linda:
I heard about this and just couldn't not share it. We all know Weasil to be the spoiled, skinny rich kid, right? Well, he's passing it on to his kiddos. Last week it was his daughter's birthday, you will remember her, the mad scientist of the family, anyway, I think she just turned eight or nine or maybe its ten or twelve, I don't keep up with the Weasil brood to be perfectly honest, BUT for her birthday she was gifted with a rather expensive and inappropriate (in me eyes) gift. The Weasil bought his wife (Amanda Panda - you remember her?) a rather costly tennis bracelet for HER birthday. It seems he had floated around for weeks, not knowing what to get 'Manda' since she pretty much buys what she wants. I was told this was Wolfie's suggestion (and he'll live to rue the day he even thought of such a suggestion). Weasil, thinking it was a good idea, bought the sparkly, had it gift wrapped, tagged and presented it upon Manda's birthday.
Well, Ms. Manda was thrilled, as any woman might be, but even more interested in the sparkly item was the small fry daughter (whose name escapes me because the parents named both their prodigy strange, not memorable names), who immediately wanted a mother/daughter gift of the same.
She made Amanda's birthday a living hell, whining that she should have been gifted on her mother's big day as well, because why? Because, simply put, SHE'S THE DAUGHTER AFTER ALL! Well, Mr. Weasil's life became an irritating mess of sorts every time he encountered the mad scientist of a daughter. He informed her that the reasons she wasn't gifted with a "prezzie" was because, 1, it wasn't her birthday, 2, a diamond tennis bracelet wasn't a gift for small fry, 3, she'd take the stones out and analyse them, and 4, NO!
His resolve was met with the daughter's resolve, and the two discussed the subject every time she encountered her harassed father. I thought it was pretty funny that Weasil was getting a taste of his own medicine.
It turns out Weasil has no resolve, and his daughter won out. Yes, she did. So last week, upon her birthday, Weasil presented her with a duplicate of her mother's bracelet but with fewer stones (which I surmise saved him a small fortune, not that it matters). Well, the little twerp (because that be what ungrateful spoilt children be) was not happy she didn't have as many sparkles as her mum's bracelet.
Not tolerating THAT behaviour, the Weasil chose to ignore her complaints and went on with his life as only Weasil can. However, the daughter, feeling slighted, decided she didn't need an inadequate diamond tennis bracelet, and so a week later, after all complaining stopped, both Weasils noticed the silence coming from their daughter, which was highly unusual because she was like a dog worrying a bone when she's rattled at something. Not to mention the absence of said bracelet—nowhere to be seen, hum.
Discussing the sudden silence of complaints, the two Weasils hesitantly asked the daughter about the offending bracelet. This was answered with a silent shrug of the shoulders, indicative of "I dunno."
"What do you mean you don't know?"Asked her mum.
"I don't. I haven't seen it since . . . "
"Since when?" Weasil asked somewhat mystified.
"Since King George had it."
Both Weasil's mouthed "King George" and looked at each other, confused.
"WHO is King George?" Mum asked, very perplexed. Dead royalty was in the house somewhere, and no one notified her. I tell you!
"Since that cat was here a week ago." Was the churlish answer.
"What cat?" Weasil asked, knowing perfectly well he didn't own a cat.
"The black cat, you know the stray, I called him King George."
"What does a stray cat have to do with a missing bracelet?" Her mum asked.
"Well . . . " and here was a very long, long, long pause and lots of rolling of the eyes, heavy sighs, and looking anywhere but at the two grown-ups standing over her.
"Well?" Weasil prompted.
"It was a lovely cat, it was . . . "
"AND?" Mum pushed.
"And, it looked so glorious and kingly wearing the bracelet round its neck . . . "
Oh, the cold chills must have run down her parents' backs as they slowly realised what was being said.
"Kitty's black coat was so shiny and silky, and the diamonds just made her—or him—look so . . . so . . . stunning!" This was said with a huge toothy smile, like a light bulb had gone off, and yes, that was it—Kitty looked stunning! Why not?
Neither Weas nor Manda could speak. They both stood looking at the daughter with their mouths agape in disbelief, as you or I would.
Well, King George has not been seen, the expensive bracelet, along with the cat, have gone for good. Heavens knows! He or she, be probably flaunting the new collar somewhere or as Weasil suggested being chased by gypsies for that collar a sure loss and heirloom that will never be. Oh welly, as the Weasil came to say in typical Weasil fashion.
Gabe
Copyright © 2019 All rights reserved
Story #958
R. Linda:
I heard about this and just couldn't not share it. We all know Weasil to be the spoiled, skinny rich kid, right? Well, he's passing it on to his kiddos. Last week it was his daughter's birthday, you will remember her, the mad scientist of the family, anyway, I think she just turned eight or nine or maybe its ten or twelve, I don't keep up with the Weasil brood to be perfectly honest, BUT for her birthday she was gifted with a rather expensive and inappropriate (in me eyes) gift. The Weasil bought his wife (Amanda Panda - you remember her?) a rather costly tennis bracelet for HER birthday. It seems he had floated around for weeks, not knowing what to get 'Manda' since she pretty much buys what she wants. I was told this was Wolfie's suggestion (and he'll live to rue the day he even thought of such a suggestion). Weasil, thinking it was a good idea, bought the sparkly, had it gift wrapped, tagged and presented it upon Manda's birthday.
Well, Ms. Manda was thrilled, as any woman might be, but even more interested in the sparkly item was the small fry daughter (whose name escapes me because the parents named both their prodigy strange, not memorable names), who immediately wanted a mother/daughter gift of the same.
She made Amanda's birthday a living hell, whining that she should have been gifted on her mother's big day as well, because why? Because, simply put, SHE'S THE DAUGHTER AFTER ALL! Well, Mr. Weasil's life became an irritating mess of sorts every time he encountered the mad scientist of a daughter. He informed her that the reasons she wasn't gifted with a "prezzie" was because, 1, it wasn't her birthday, 2, a diamond tennis bracelet wasn't a gift for small fry, 3, she'd take the stones out and analyse them, and 4, NO!
His resolve was met with the daughter's resolve, and the two discussed the subject every time she encountered her harassed father. I thought it was pretty funny that Weasil was getting a taste of his own medicine.
It turns out Weasil has no resolve, and his daughter won out. Yes, she did. So last week, upon her birthday, Weasil presented her with a duplicate of her mother's bracelet but with fewer stones (which I surmise saved him a small fortune, not that it matters). Well, the little twerp (because that be what ungrateful spoilt children be) was not happy she didn't have as many sparkles as her mum's bracelet.
Not tolerating THAT behaviour, the Weasil chose to ignore her complaints and went on with his life as only Weasil can. However, the daughter, feeling slighted, decided she didn't need an inadequate diamond tennis bracelet, and so a week later, after all complaining stopped, both Weasils noticed the silence coming from their daughter, which was highly unusual because she was like a dog worrying a bone when she's rattled at something. Not to mention the absence of said bracelet—nowhere to be seen, hum.
Discussing the sudden silence of complaints, the two Weasils hesitantly asked the daughter about the offending bracelet. This was answered with a silent shrug of the shoulders, indicative of "I dunno."
"What do you mean you don't know?"Asked her mum.
"I don't. I haven't seen it since . . . "
"Since when?" Weasil asked somewhat mystified.
"Since King George had it."
Both Weasil's mouthed "King George" and looked at each other, confused.
"WHO is King George?" Mum asked, very perplexed. Dead royalty was in the house somewhere, and no one notified her. I tell you!
"Since that cat was here a week ago." Was the churlish answer.
"What cat?" Weasil asked, knowing perfectly well he didn't own a cat.
"The black cat, you know the stray, I called him King George."
"What does a stray cat have to do with a missing bracelet?" Her mum asked.
"Well . . . " and here was a very long, long, long pause and lots of rolling of the eyes, heavy sighs, and looking anywhere but at the two grown-ups standing over her.
"Well?" Weasil prompted.
"It was a lovely cat, it was . . . "
"AND?" Mum pushed.
"And, it looked so glorious and kingly wearing the bracelet round its neck . . . "
Oh, the cold chills must have run down her parents' backs as they slowly realised what was being said.
"Kitty's black coat was so shiny and silky, and the diamonds just made her—or him—look so . . . so . . . stunning!" This was said with a huge toothy smile, like a light bulb had gone off, and yes, that was it—Kitty looked stunning! Why not?
Neither Weas nor Manda could speak. They both stood looking at the daughter with their mouths agape in disbelief, as you or I would.
Well, King George has not been seen, the expensive bracelet, along with the cat, have gone for good. Heavens knows! He or she, be probably flaunting the new collar somewhere or as Weasil suggested being chased by gypsies for that collar a sure loss and heirloom that will never be. Oh welly, as the Weasil came to say in typical Weasil fashion.
Gabe
Copyright © 2019 All rights reserved
I take responsibility for suggesting the bracelet for his wife, not his daughter. No blame here. And "oh welly"? I think not oh welly, that child should be put in time out or in Weasil's case somewhere in one of his castle towers. Be good for her to think about what she's done and if the cat shows up, which I doubt will ever be seen nor heard of again, but in the off chance it does, stick in the tower with her. Serves him right!
ReplyDeleteboy oh boy oh boy! lmao weasil will never learn.
ReplyDeleteLMAO I heard about this. It boils down to stupidity personified and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Sorta.
ReplyDeleteLMAO priceless! Let that be a lesson to him, right?
ReplyDeleteI am envisaging this black cat glistening under the moonlight with his fancy collar lol
ReplyDeleteUnless it was caught in a dewy evening mist a black cat won't glisten, but the necklace will. Un huh Dew.
DeleteLol. Ah but a black wolf would with or without the necklace. Touché I need a word
DeleteOh pleeez don't start this episode of as the stomach turns. It's a story about a creepy rich kid and her clueless rich befuddled daddy. And its a funny story because it sounds just like something weaz would do
ReplyDeleteHey I resent dattie dare rich kid stuffins
DeleteOopsies!
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