Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Fudge's Furry Tales - Little Dead Hiding Dude

Gather around puppies and kittens and I'll tell you another bedtime story as I remember it when Mom told us, long ago. Today I'll tell you about Little Dead Hiding Dude.

Once upon a time in a far away place lived a nerdy little fellow named Dude.

Dude wanted to play with the other kids.

He envied the popular kids.

But the other kids pointed at him and laughed.

So Dude hid. That's why he was called Hiding Dude. Get it? Pretty soon everybody forgot what Hiding Dude even looked like because he was always hiding.

Hiding Dude lived in the forest with his Grammy and his Uncle Oscar.

Every day Hiding Dude would come home and Grammy would put his dinner on the table, then she'd go listen to some music while he ate.

One day when Hiding Dude came home the house was dark. There were no good smells coming from the kitchen and no music playing. He walked in and Grammy didn't come to greet him. He walked into her bedroom and there was Grammy in bed with the blanket pulled up high.

Little Hiding Dude walked up to the bed and asked Grammy if she was asleep. "No my dear," she answered.

"Grammy, your hands," said Little Hiding Dude, "They're so hairy and it isn't even a full moon yet."

" The better to touch you with , my dear," answered Grammy.

"Grammy, your ears are so big. Can you listen to your music better?"
"The better to hear you with, my dear."

"Grammy, your eyes are so red, are your allergies bothering you?"
"The better to see you with, my dear."

" Grammy, your teeth are so big and sharp."
"The better to eat you with," shouted Grammy and jumped out of the bed.

It wasn't really Grammy at all. It was the big bad wolf who had just huffed and puffed and blown down the little pigs house next door.

The big bad wolf grabbed Little Hiding Dude before he could hide and ate his head.

So now he was Little Dead Hiding Dude. The end.

The story Mom told went something like that. Now sleep well everyone.
Your pal, Fudge


Jan said...

He didn't seem to be using his head anyway. ;-0

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

Fudge, were you the big bad wolf?

XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

Matilda the Boxer said...

Wow! Momma's version of the story doesn't sound like that. I think yours is much more exciting.

SissySees said...

We are having eye crusties and sneezies and Mama is blowing her nose much too often.

Does spring bring wolves?!

Anonymous said...

Hummmmm, so little dead hidey dude goes like that, Hummmmmm. Now about that slepp good comment, gee thanks much, Bites, your sleeping in my dog hhouse with Me tonight!

Your Pals
The Mad Scots

Ruby said...

Wows, now your gonna give me nightmares and stuffs!! Okay, not really, I'll be thinkin' of places I can look for my own hidey dude!!
He sounds kinda tasty! hehehe
Another great story Fudge!

♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥ said...

Fudge, we think you have really found your calling - you are a pawesome taleteller:)

Woos - Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning

Life with Wrigs said...

Fudge, maybe reading this story at bedtime is not such a good idea... ;-)

Susan and Wrigs

Two French Bulldogs said...

Fudge you are some storyteller
Benny & Lily

Jo's World said...

That was kind of a heartbreaker, Fudge, losing both Grammy and the little Dude. How about the Five LIttle Pigs with Orson, Cottontail, Ralph, Jim and Pixie? Do you know that one?

Auntie Stella

Molly the Airedale said...

We missed this story before bedtime but it's a great wake-me-up story too, Fudge!

Love ya lots,
Mitch and Molly

Thor and Jack said...

You're the best storyteller, Fudge!

Thor and Jack

Lapdog Creations said...

ha ha Fudge...

Marjie said...

...and HIDE from your Grammy if she's in bed!