Cricket and the Red High Heels Ch. 4 and The End

Remembering...nothing. She couldn't remember what she was remembering. Umbrellas? Buttons? No. Frankenstein? Close. Wait. Frankincense? Fraggleshteen? Fraggle Rock! That was it! She had been watching Fraggle Rock! She was asleep now. Now she remembered.
Thank goodness, she thought. I can't handle talking to Moses anymore. That guy may have been a patriarch, but seriously!? Yikes. He could talk the red high heel off a hooker.
Wake up, Cricket. Wake up. Pleeease wake up! Before Moses realizes you're asleep and makes you stay in dream land forever! Maybe if I start running, I'll wake up. That sometimes helps, right?
Cricky started running her tiny little legs in place trying to wake herself up.
"Stop that! Stop that! You're rocking the boat!" screamed Moses.
"Wake up!!!!!!!" Cricket yelled.
She was rocking the boat so forcefully that she tipped both she and Moses straight into the river.
"Brou-ha-ha" he sputtered.
"I'm outta here!" Cricket said.
And she woke up, running in place and squeaking her little cat sounds.
I'm never sleeping again, she thought.

That resolution lasted exactly one hour, before she fell back into dream land again.

The End.

Cricket and the Red High Heels Ch. 3

Cricket ignored Moses after he listed #32 of his cats (who, by the way, was named Neil). She instead began to enjoy the beautiful Colorado scenery. Majestic mountains. Golden plains. Green gators. It made her want to sing-Wait a minute! Green gators?? There aren't any alligators in Colorado! And while Cricket was thankful that they were gators, rather than crocodiles (far cuter in her book, what with their slender noses, freshwater tendencies, darker black skin, and upper jaw that gracefully accommodates the lower), she still wasn't quite happy that the gators were swimming around her while she was in the water.
As she watched and Moses droned on, she began to hear a distant song...
. . .
A song that Cricket had grown up with. A song that was connected to her soul. The Man from the Snowy River theme song!! (its such a good song its called Jessica's Theme, you should look it up . . . now). Cricket closed her eyes. A grin spread across her face like butter on toast and a fang popped festively out of her top lip making her look juvenile. She was remember . . .

Cricket and the Red High Heels Ch 2.

Duck swirled the suds with her bushy tale hoping the sharp hairs on her tale would pop most of the bubbles. Little did she know it only multiplied the suds by a billion. Before Duck could even realize what was going on, the whole entire bathroom was covered with suds, floor to ceiling.

Cricket was soundly sleeping in her bathrobe without a care in the world. She was dreaming about the rain down in Africa {inspiration -> Toto - Africa} which doesn't seem to happen very often. Suddenly the rain in her dream began to flood her picnic basket that she was sitting in. She felt like she was going to drown . . . she woke up with a start only to find . . .

that Moses was laying in the reed basket next to hers. (She knew he was Moses because of the beard).
"Hey!" Cricket mew-yelled. "I thought you were in the basket in the Nile when you were a baby! And how did I get in the Nile!"
"Well, sweet Cricket, let me tell you." Moses propped himself up on his elbow on the side of the basket. "You're dreaming. And you're not in the Nile. We're in the Colorado River."
"What! How did I get here? More importantly, how did you get here?"
"As you were falling asleep, you were imagining how nice it would be to be an Egyptian cat who was worshiped all the time, were you not?"
"Yes."
"Well, I am the man who comes to visit cats who dream of Egypt, since that is where I was born. Plus when I lived in Pharaoh's house I had 73 cats. Would you like me to list them for you?"
"Oh. Uh..."
"Zippy, Sandy, Ibis, Babu, Hakizimana, Jafari, Moss, Mosi, Mosa..." Moses droned on and on and on and on...

Cricket and the Red High Heels Ch. 1

Cricket sneezed, then wiped her nose on the corner of her bath towel. She had been stirring the bath tub with the end of a rose stem for quite some time now, trying to conjure up an adequate amount of bubbles for her bath. She was so very picky with the number of suds, which she was terribly allergic to, that she had gone though three and a half towels and was now sailing on towards her fourth.

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She had accidentally put in too many suds this time and was waiting for them to die down before she hopped in. Cricket sniffled and snuffled and sneezed.
"Ha-CHEE!"
"Bless your naughty nose," Ducky said as she pawed into the bathroom.
"Thank you," Cricky replied.
"Why don't you get all wrapped up in your robe while I try to douse some of these blasted bubbles."
"That would be wonderful! Thank you!"
Crick-Snick got hunkered down in her red robe, waiting for her bath to be drawn. As she laid there, she began to drift off into sleep...

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