January 6, 2014 – I am so late writing my journal entry! That’s because I spent all day helping our friends over at the farm find Keagan, the imaginary Irish Setter puppy belonging to Mrs. Turner’s great granddaughter, Lark. No one bothered to find out if the puppy was real or not before the all-points bulletin went out. One of the goats overheard Lark in the barn telling her mom that her puppy had gone missing. The mom seemed upset at the news. That’s all it took for the Animal Call System to be activated. We take missing animals very seriously… (unless of course, it involves aliens abducting Wilma and taking her to their planet for scientific research). We didn’t know we were searching for the make-believe invention of a freckled-face four year old. She should have called the puppy, Figment! We searched high and low for that thing. I can’t tell you how many front porches I crawled under in my colander helmet and headlamp. I smell like musty dust! We started to lose hope when Sawyer had the brilliant idea to have Lark draw a picture of her dog. Maybe we could make copies and hang them up around the neighborhood. An hour later, after hovering over a sketch pad with a red and blue crayon and exhibiting a series of thoughtful expressions, Lark handed us a picture of… NOTHING!! And then she said, “Isn’t my puppy beautiful?! Shake hands with everyone, Keagan!”
I gave my feathers a good ruffle to rid myself of the grimy snow and mud I picked up during our scouting expedition. Maybe my ears were dirty and I misheard what the little girl had said. “How can we shake hands with Keagan if he’s missing?” I asked.
“Oh, he’s not missing anymore,” Lark chirped happily. “He was only missing for a minute. He’s back now.”
And with that, the girl slipped into her house and closed the door. I assume the dog went with her, but since he’s invisible, I have no idea. He could have been licking the top of my comb for all I know.
You could say that we animals wasted a day, or that we should be mad at the goat who misunderstood the situation, but our intentions were honorable, and that is good enough for me. I will sleep well tonight, right after I enjoy a warm cup of chamomile tea with my imaginary giraffe, Nolan.