Think Twice Before you Irk a Snore

Hi Nate:
So when we last left off, I had woken up screaming from my nightmare.
“Thank goodness!” Your Dad said.
I still hadn’t recovered from the nightmare and was breathing heavily. “I,” heavy breath, “wish you’d” heavy breath, “show a little more sympathy.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. So where’s Theodore?”
“I’m right here, you conniving, manipulative humans.” And there, in fact, was Theodore, sitting between your Dad and I on our bed. He looked awful and smelled even worse. He turned to Avery, “I knew you were capable of this, but you . . . ” he turned to me. “We got pedicures together. I even made it so you could eat with gaining weight.”
“Theordore,” I said, “You and I both know that was ruse to get into my throat and to view my dreams.”
“So what if it was!” He crossed his arms in front of him. “I hit dream pay dirt with you. All of the other snores would kill to be in your throat watching you dreams.” He sighed. “The vibrant colors. The music. The dance numbers. And then you!” He pointed at Dad. “You had to ruin it by making her do the things she hates the most, feed her spicy food, and then right before she fell asleep hit her with that double whammy of the sock story and singing off key. That dream . . . ” he shuddered, “It was horrible. The laundry was bland and dull, and the music was off key, and those socks were so scary.” He whimpered.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said. “What’s up with the spicy food?”
“I read somewhere that they can bring about a scary dream.” Your Dad remarked casually.
“What do you mean you read it somewhere?”Theodore seemed very attentive.
“Oh you know, some magazine or something.” Dad said. He seemed to be a little uncomfortable.
Theodore stared at Dad,and then smiled. “Where did you get it?”
“Get what?” I said.
“You know.” He said to Dad.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Dad was making a point of not looking at Theodore.
“Do you have it here in the house.”
“What?” I asked.
“I’m feeling a little thirsty.” Dad said, and got up and headed downstairs.
“I’ll find it!” Theodore shouted after him. “I’ll find it, and you’ll never take me back.”
“Find what?” I asked. “Will someone please tell me what’s going on?”
“Your hubby has a rare copy of the ‘The Secret Lives of Snores” which details all sorts of important things about us Snores, including what to do in the unlikely event that a Snore makes a break for it. But I’m finding that book and you’ll never catch me alive!!” Theordore said. “And just like that, he took off.
Where did he go? What is he doing? Find out tomorrow!
Love and kisses,