Peace and Quiet, All I Want Is
|I think allergic to Kenobi I must be. Whenever around he comes, a headache I get. Hide from him now I must when some peace and quiet I want. Unfortunately, very good at finding me he is. And take a hint, he can not.|
"Master, whatcha doin inside that there kitchen cabinet?"
"Uh... er... inspecting the pots and pans, I am. Close the door now you must, please."
"That looks like fun. Can I do it too?"
"No! I mean, too big you are. Fit in here you would not."
"I betcha I could too fit."
The next thing I knew, being squished between the Teflon non-stick pans and that stack of Tupperware without the lids, I was.
"This ain't as much fun as you said," Kenobi said.
"Said it was fun I did not! Invite you I..."
"Hey!" Harvey the Youngling's voice I hear, "I wanna play!"
"No, Harvey!" I yelled. But too late it was. Before I knew it, up in my face, my foot was. Move, I could not.
"This isn't fun!" Harvey said, "You guys play some weird games, Master Yoda."
"Mmph mmph ummph ummph!" I said.
I think a vacation I need.