[Illustrated House Running Into Abstraction - Paige Wery]"Tim?" called the a voice from the dining room. It was the cactus.
"Tim?" called the coat tree from the hall.
"Tim?" the lamp called from its table.
"What?" Tim's voice was muffled.
"What are you going to be?" asked the cactus.
"Where will you be, Tim?" asked the lamp.
"What is your camouflage, Tim?" asked the coat tree.
From the floor in front of the living room fireplace, Tim replied. "I am wrapped in Mother's mink coat!" he called, his voice still muffled by the fur. "I am camouflaged as a fur rug!"
"What if someone steps on you, Tim?" the lamp asked in a worried voice.
"I would be very brave and very silent and completely immobile no matter how bad the pain," he replied. "However it is unlikely. I have set up a notice that say: THE FLOOR UNDER THIS RUG IS ROTTEN. IF YOU STEP ON THIS RUG YOU WILL FALL INTO THE BASEMENT AND BE DESPERATELY INJURED. Now hush. I hear someone on the front steps.
-Lois Lowry, The Willoughbys
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For a moment I wasn't sure what was going on. I thought it would be rather existentialist. It made me giggle instead. Who needs philosophy when there is irony to be had?
That's the Willoughbys for you...
"It's Peter the goat-herd!"
"We can all gather around and say religious things!"
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