Table Top Dancing

Do I look like a b-a-d girl?

No! I didn't think so. I have a secret though. A deep secret. My name is Haley and I am a table top dancer. Do I do it for tips? No

I do it for chips!

Mom & dad left us alone with a container of pringles on the kitchen table. I could smell them! When on my tippy toes I could see the can sitting there, teasing me... So I had Bailey be the lookout while I worked at pulling the chair out from under the table. Biting the leg I would tug, tug,...oh not enough. I actually worked up a sweat. Finally! I got the chair out enough for me to leap from the chair onto the table. It's an old metal top table and my nails make a ding, ding noise across it a I try to pop the lid off the pringles can..

"They're Coming!!!", yells Bailey from the window.

Oh shoot. This not good. Not good at all. I must try to take the can of chips and hide them for later but shoot..oh, oh this table is so slick...... Then it happened. As mom & dad were about to enter the house I bolted. I lost my cool, I know. I leaped from the table onto the floor pushing the table and chips onto the ground with a loud CRASH. As I scampered off I hear dad, "WTH?"

Enters mom & dad..but nobody greets them...nobody.

Heavy wooden table lays on the floor sideways with a broken leg and chips everywhere.

Me? I'm curled up sleeping in the living room where I have been the whole time. damn cats