Adventures of Leona

And as the recycle bin walked across the room it stopped, so very suddenly, as if struck by a thought. Maybe, just maybe, if he could hide in a plant the kitchen would be in view. And it was a good idea, for it worked. And if it didn't work it would still be a good idea. The lamp shade plopped like a raindrop into the sink, not realizing what would happen next. Being an evil mouse, the one who lived under the stereo beneath a pile of yarn that smelled like buffalo, she made, even created, a sound that could call The Muffin of Wonder to attention. He immediately stopped in his tracks and struck a glare at the large purple bush in the corner. It jiggled slightly, as if afraid. Then, as if planned, the toaster crept back to the barnyard. For 15 seconds (of course seeming like a mouthful more) everything was bare. The wallpaper had been stripped the week before and never attended to. No one breathed, not even the plastic tree hidden in the crevasse.