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Today was manicure day! The reason it was manicure day is because Sunday is Valentine's Day. On my way out the door my chauffeur, Roderick, reminded me to check my E-Mail. I rushed back in and down loaded several hundred fan letters. I quickly printed them out and headed off to see Mitzi, my manicurist. Well, Mitzi likes to talk, and talk she did as I tried to shuffle through my E-Mail.
"Max, give me your foot . . . Hold still!!"
"I can't. I'm trying to distinguish between letters from my adoring fans and junk E-Mail. Let's see, that's two hundred and six junk E-Mails and four letters from adoring fans. . . Oh, and what's this? "
My heart skipped a beat. It was the new Smart Piggy's Newsletter from Audrey Wood containing All the latest tid-bits and goings-on at the CLUBHOUSE. I read it through three times and, my goodness, THERE WAS NOTHING ABOUT ME! Can you imagine? David Shannon's recent Caldecott honor was mentioned, lots of inside secrets about Don and Audrey were revealed, there was a story about our wonderful friend, Harold Bidgood, who posed for the king in King Bidgood's in the Bathtub, but nothing about me.
"Max, HOLD STILL! you're messing up the beautiful job I'm doing on your nails!"
"I can't believe it, not a word about me. It must have been some kind of mistake. I'm going to rush over there right now and find out what happened."
"No Max, wait. . .I'm not done yet! MAX!!!"
Well, here it is Friday evening and it turns out they just forgot to put me in the newsletter. Just forgot . . . sheeesh! As if that weren't enough, I'm stuck with funny looking fingernails for Valentine's Day.
Till next time Websters, lots of well wishes from Max!
