This episode begins as the staff began readying for Christmas.
“There,” one staff member said as she stood back to take in the lovely tree glowing with glistening balls and an assortment of angels collected over a number of years. “Isn’t it lovely?”
All agreed. When finished with the decorating, the staff took a much needed break and went out for a restaurant meal.
If they’d only known what was happening back at HQ, they wouldn't have lingered so long over their food.
“Watch this,” Wilbur said to Carl as he launched into the air, grabbed a shiny green ball and crashed to the floor. Green glass shards flew everywhere. “Don't you think I'm a good jumper? And look at that pretty silver one up there, I can get that one too.” Once more he went airborne, lassoed a Christmas ornament and slammed to the floor.
“You’re not the only good jumper. I can do that, too,” Carl said and sprang up for an embellished gold ball.
As the ball broke apart on the hardwood floor, Carl looked at Wilbur, “See.”
“Oh, yeah, well I can go higher than you.” Once more, Wilbur ascended.
And so it went.
When the staff returned they found the floor littered with the remains of six glass Christmas balls.
Wilbur and Carl are now banished from the Christmas Tree.
“He’s a terror,” Misty complained to the staff.
“An absolute menace,” Isabelle agreed.
“But doesn’t he have an innocent looking face?” Aunt Lucy said lovingly.
All animals and staff turned to regard Wilbur.
|Wilbur playing golf , (more in a later update)|
Lucy wasn’t so forgiving however when she got into trouble with the staff for repeatedly turning over the inside water bowl.
“I’m telling you I didn’t do it,” she said.
“Who else is big enough to turn over the water bowl?” a staff member asked.
Turns out, Wilbur is.
“I was just trying to get that cat out of the bottom of the bowl,” Wilbur said.
The Ringing Bell staff has cleaned up a veritable Niagara in the days since Wilbur noticed a feline in his water bowl.
Evidently, the word “reflection” does not translate well into cat.
Everyone at Ringing Bell is standing by with mops and rags.
It looks like it’s going to be a very wet winter.
Praise the Lord from the earth, you great sea creatures and all ocean depths, lightning and hail, snow and clouds, stormy winds that do his bidding...wild animals and all cattle, small creatures and flying birds, kings of the earth and all nations...Let them praise the name of the Lord, for his name alone is exalted; his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.(Psalm 148:7-13)