Today I got a package delivered by good-ole UPS. I was expecting this package. I didn't expect that the box it came in would be HUGE .
Someone decided a roll of outdoor fabric needed something extra special to help keep it safe on it's journey to my house. The small roll of outdoor fabric was cushioned with yards and yards of brown paper.....you know that UPS brown paper wrap?
I have this small roll of outdoor fabric, a huge box (that is quickly claimed by Newt the cat) and yards and yards of UPS brown paper.
Not wanting to waste all the UPS brown paper, I decided to take it out to Frankie's cave to use it as bedding. The UPS brown paper tears easily, it doesn't cause me to break out in hives like hay and straw, and after Frankie poops all over it the UPS brown paper can be composed.
So I went outside with the huge armful of UPS brown paper and I set it down by Frankie's cave.
Frankie saw me come down the stairs so obviously (to him) I must have a treat and he wasn't about to be late for a treat. Frankie's speedy sulcata shuffle-trot brought him to my side in an instant so he could claim his deserved treat.
Only I don't have a treat.
My purpose was just to get the paper into Frankie's cave and there were yards and yards of it so I had no available hand to bring him a treat too. He was disappointed but quickly became distracted by the pile of crumpled UPS brown paper sitting on the ground which I was planning on tearing up from one very long piece of paper to lots of shredded paper.
Frankie has seen this kind of paper before. He has slept many delightful nights snuggled in UPS brown paper.
But this is Frankie's backyard.
Frankie can decide if something is allowed, or if it must be given the "Frankie rules".
The pile of UPS brown paper was going to get the Frankie Rules.
Frankie first decided that the pile of paper needed to be rammed.
Set squarely up against the pile of paper and his head pulled back into his shell, Frankie did a complete forward shell ram. Frankie dove deep into the pile of paper with such a force that had that paper had bones they would have all been broken.
The paper played smart and just laid there and accepted it's doom.
Frankie then decided that the UPS brown paper must then be trampled...several times.
All the while I am tearing up the paper into smaller sheets which are better sized for burrowing.
When Frankie was finished tramping and tromping all over the UPS brown paper he went about rewarding his excellent demonstration of how-it-is-in-Frankie's-yard by grazing on some local green grass.
Ya' gotta smile.
[This is dedicated to Frankie's dear friend, Spring Pace]