Right About the Weekend

I was right about the weekend. The human took off bright and early this morning, to visit that horrible quilt show and book sale with the bunnies, polar bears and Betsy Bear along for the ride. There is now a giant box of book loitering up my table, and with, I am sure, annoying books, probably on work, inside. And then there is what the polar bears did at the quilt show. They returned home with a SACK of fabric! A sack! And a camera full of quilt pictures too, sure to give them ideas for projects, and the bunnies ideas for table decorations for book sale purposes. Oh, and on the way home, the polar bears passed a flock of sheep too, lounging in their pasture, all fluffy and wooly. So now there is sheep nudity visible from the public highway. As for Betsy Bear, I try not to think about what she might have done to those poor mountain bears while the humans and polar bears were in the quilt show. I'm sure she robbed them as usual, and probably reset their alarm clocks for half past May too. And then there is the buffet the humans stopped at on the way home. Betsy attacked the brownies there, or possibly robbed a Brownie for all of their cookies. I'm not to sure about the specifics. I don't really want to know the specifics. But she came home smelling of goodies, and licking chocolate off of her paws, so I'm sure some theft was involved. Really, what a rotten weekend!