Today a star fell. Dora and her monkey Boots, which I really think she should have a permit for owning, ran after it. They blankly stared at me for a few minutes and asked if I would help them find Little Star. Waiting for a response I never gave, they figured I could spare some time and assist, which okay, I guess I could.
But, them asking me to point out where Little Star was, when he was clearly just laying face down in a bush, was a little demanding. I managed to look in the stars general direction anyhow and they got the hint.
Dora asking me to sing Little Star a song to cheer him up was going too far. I just met her and was still getting used to the fact that Boots was not on a leash. Sing the star a song? I don’t think so.
She was taking advantage of my kindness, and when I said no, she blurted out words in Spanish I didn’t understand. Then mocked me by repeating it’s meaning. That was one angry explorer and the last straw.
I changed the channel and can only assume that Little Star never cheered up, turned to a hard life on the streets never to return to the sky, and is now face down in an alley, much like when I first found him.
On a “post-worthy” note, here is a hilarious video from SNL a while back making fun of my demanding little friend. Enjoy, and I apologize for anyone having to read about my experience this morning. I’m glad that X-Files: I Want To Believe is now on and I can divert my attention elsewhere.
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