Movies

Hey, what's up dogs!  It's one of those cozy, lazy afternoons, and...Mmmm.  Do I smell...popcorn?

"Hey, do you guys want to watch a movie?"  Spunky asked.  

Yeah!  That sounds like a great idea.  Which one were you thinking of, Spunk?

"Well ...this one's always been one of my favorites," Spunky said. 

Patch's eyes bugged out.   

"Oh, no," he whimpered.  "Way too scary.  Too many monsters and guns and explosions.  I'll have nightmares."

"Okay, okay," Spunky said.  "Not that one."  He rummaged around in our human's video collection.  "How about this one instead?"

"That's a good one, lads," Grandma began.  "A swashbuckling adventure, for certain."

"Unh-unh," Patch shook his head.  "Way too scary.  Too many swordfights and guns and explosions.  I'll have nightmares."

Spunky stared hard at Patch, sighed, and rummaged through the collection once more.

You don't do well with scary movies, huh, Patch?

"No," Patch said apologetically.  "I guess I'm kind of a fraidy-dog."

Don't say that.  We just have to find something that we can all watch together.  Okay...here comes Spunky.

"All right," Spunky said.  "This is the most non-threatening movie I could find in the video stash.  What do you think, Patch?"

"Err..." Patch hesitated.  "I--I guess that'll work.  I'll just cover my eyes when the arrows are about to hit."

Wow.  Choosing a movie we could all watch was more difficult than I thought it would be.  I had no idea Patch was so...easily affected by these things.  But anyway...let's dish up that popcorn and dim the lights, everybody! 

See you next time!