#13 Weather It Out

It was a quaint little day that required nothing more than a slight shower forecast in the afternoon to make it interesting. Since days like that can be quite boring, we'll skip to the day after.

"Does it ever bother you Pit, that the weather forecast yesterday was off?" asked Bob.

"Yes, I do believe I was wrong to assume so," replied Pit.

"That's true. However, this is the first time Pupoojomaro was off," noted Bob.

Pit's face suddenly lit up. Bob saw a blind deer at the window and immediately knew what Pit was going to say.

"And I have no eye deer why...," said Pit much to Bob's suspicion.

"Are we still talking about the weather?" Bob asked.

"I don't know," replied Pit, "Whether it's the weather or whether it's leather we should make sure it lathers."

With a frown and a squint, Bob exclaimed, "We're not on the same page are we?"

"I'm on page thirty eight," Pit said, "But perhaps we're just not reading the same book at all. Grab your hat Bob! Let's go!"

The epiphany that Pit received was in fact, connected to the issue Bob brought up. And it was also connected with the fact that the day before yesterday, Pit had over heard Pupoojomaro telling Mr. Grocer that he was having quite a bad flu.

Bob and Pit arrived at Pupoojomaro's house. And quietly, with the stealth of an elephant, and the elegance of a panda, Pit broke in the house by throwing Bob at the window.

Pupoojomaro was sitting in the living room and saw the whole commotion with his own eyes. Jumped on his feet, and exclaimed, "What are you trying to do Pit...?"

Before Pupoojomaro could finish his sentence, Pit charged at him with a pillow and beat the living room daylights out of him.

"Bob! This is the reason why Pupoojomaro's forecast was off," shouted Pit, while bashing Pupoojomaro's head with the pillow, "it's a job hazard inherent in weather forecasters."

Bob, sprawled on the floor still dazed from crashing Windows, managed to murmur, "What happened? Everything turned blue..."

Pit who was almost out of breath, replied, "Bob! When a person has too much weather in his head, his judgement is clouded. That's why, there was no rain yesterday! It's all in Pupoojomaro's head! The clouds surrounded his judgement, and is now pouring inside his head! It isn't the flu, his nose is running like a tap because it's flooding in his head!"

*pop*

Out of Pupoojomaro's left ear, the cloud left him. And Pit finally stopped hitting Pupoojomaro. Pit's method of curing him was a draining process, not just for Pupoojomaro.

Pit helped Pupoojomaro to his bed and poured him a warm glass of water. With a weak voice, Pupoojomaro whispered a thank you to Pit. And soon Pit was on his way back home. Satisfied that he saved a friend from drowning in his thoughts. However, Pit couldn't help feeling that he forgot something.

"Well, as long as we helped someone today," said Pit, reassuring himself, "right Bob? Bob? ......BOB!!"