DOG-E-MAIL TO:  Amanda 
FROM: Foxy 
Date: December 7, 1999 
Subject: the Road Show

Dear Amanda:

Grandma and Grandpa Foote left for Florida to-day. They are flying. Did they ask me if I wanted to go along? No! Do you think it might have to do with the fact Ive never met them? And they dont know how lovely I am? They sure have heard about me.

I watched the Antiques Road Show on TV last night and got a brain wave. All these people bring in junk and the boss man says it is worth all kinds of cash. So - I waited for everyone to go to sleep last night and began my mission. I collected all the shoes and boots by the closet and put them on my bed. Then I took all the clothes I could get from the floor (Kids!) and off hangers and put them on my bed. I added all the dog toys, a flashlight, a framed photo and my mat from the dinning room. I figure I should be able to cash this treasure in for a ticket to Florida. The problem is all this stuff made my bed really lumpy and I had to sleep on the floor - Angus already had the couch wrapped up.

Hey Mom! What are you doing? Amanda, Mom put all the stuff back. Now Ill have to work the night shift again.

Say, do you have the phone number for the Road Show?



Dear Foxy:

Sounds like a plan. Not a very good plan - but a plan.

You see none of the worn out junk you collected is worth anything. The Road Show is only interested in real old jewellery, furniture and art. Oh boy! I bet Ill regret that comment!! The folks dont have any of that stuff.

Keep thinking, girl.