mister mystery bug

the little dachshund waited patiently for something exciting to happen. if only he was born maybe a little less ferocious, he thought to himself. then maybe the bunnies would still be willing to visit his yard. and then he could chase them again and...then he realized he could never be any less ferocious than the bunnies could ever be less wary of him. he could only be who he was and right now besides being ferociois, he was also b o r e d. and then, it happened.

a mysterious bug landed on the window and the little dachshund could barely contain his excitment. “o mister mystery bug, if u r what i think u r, may i please smell u?”

”why of course,” said the mystery bug, who by now was becoming less and less mysterious.

“why thank you, mister mystery bug. i promise i will be gentle.” the little dachshund drew a deep breath and then squealed with delight. “it’s true! it’s true! just like teacher told us. u aren’t just any mister mystery bug. u are mister stink bug!!”

”why yesss i am,” said mister stink bug. “it is nice to finally meet someone who appreciates my stink as much as you seem to.”

“i sure do. sometime when my toyfriends and i are playing guess whose foofie, i hope u can join us, too. we can make some pretty doozy smells but nothing as doozy what i smelled just now! mister stink bug, before you leave, may i please ask one more favor?”

”of course, my new and treasured friend,” said mister stink bug. “in fact, if it is what i think it is, you do not even have to ask. just go ahead, it’s okay.”

“hee hee, thank you mister stink bug,” said the little dachshund as he extended his neck out as far as it could go. “i cannot wait to tell my mom about my day.” :)