mastermind – noun, verb
- noun: A person who plans and organizes something
Ollie held a ham and Swiss cheese sandwich. Those were Kirby’s favorite. A mastermind of thievery, Kirby put her plan in action.
A tree stood tall between Ollie and Kirby. Kirby hid and watched. Ollie spread mustard on his sandwich, making sure it reached all edges. He carefully replaced the top slice of bread.
Kirby snuck up behind a bird in the yard.
Ollie opened his mouth.
Tweet, tweet! Whizzzz rustle.
Ollie jumped at the sudden movement. He looked up. A leaf directly above his head fluttered toward him.
“Stay off my sandwich, leaf. It’s mine.” Ollie shooed the leaf away and settled back down.
Kirby slunk closer. She had to stop Ollie from eating that ham and Swiss sandwich. Her mouth watered. Drool dripped from her muzzle.
Ollie opened wide and took a dainty bite.
Kirby cocked her head. Such a small bite for such a wide mouth.
“Mmmm. This is the best sandwich ever.” Ollie licked his lips.
A rock lay near. Kirby turned around three times, then kicked the rock right past Ollie, toward the field.
Just as Ollie opened for another bite, the rock tumbled past.
Kirby hid behind the tree.
“Who rolled the rock?” Ollie asked.
The wind whistled in response.
Ollie grunted as he took another bite.
His mouth full, he looked around.
“I wonder where Kirby is?” Ollie said, chewing.
Kirby yipped at the sound of her name. Oops.
Ollie swallowed. “Too bad Kirby isn’t here. I would gladly share my sandwich with her.”
Kirby crawled on all fours toward Ollie. Sneak attack.
Ollie swigged back water from his cup.
Kirby crawled closer. Rustle. Snap.
Ollie set his sandwich down on the wrapper. He stood up and stretched.
This is my chance. Kirby crept. And crept. Almost there.
Kirby stopped in her tracks.
Ollie sat down. He stretched his legs out in front of him and put his arms behind hid head and lay down. The sandwich lay on the wrapper next to him.
“I just need a couple minutes rest before I finish my sandwich.”
Kirby stood up. She tread softly to Ollie’s other side. She watched him breathe softly, his eyes closed. The sandwich was just ahead, near Ollie’s side.
Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.
Get outta here fly!
Ollie swatted the air above his face.
Kirby placed her front paws down in front of her, raising her butt in the air.
Ollie swung his arm out, swiping his sandwich high into the sky just as Kirby flew through the air, her mouth open wide.
Success! The sandwich made contact and with one tug, it ripped in half.
“Great effort Kirby!” Ollie laughed. “You know, I always share with you. No need to sneak attack.”
Kirby gulped her half down.
“I suppose you need a drink now?” Ollie asked.
“Here you go,” Ollie offered Kirby his cup of water. He finished his sandwich while she drank. “I hope you left me a drop.”
Kirby looked up, water dripped from her muzzle.
Ollie looked in his cup. One drop left. He hugged his dog. Kirby nuzzled him back.
“I suppose you want to nap now, huh?” Ollie lay down.
Great idea Ollie! Just like I planned. Kirby nestled into Ollie.
Dreams of their next adventure filled both of their heads.