I'm On Pins, and Needles

Everyone here at "The Espenblog Times" is excited that Harvey has been found, but our excitement is slowly turning into worry. Here it is Thursday morning, and we still haven't heard from Pop Pop about Harvey's condition, or his whereabouts. What is going on?

I was covering the game between the Gorilla's, and the Rascal's on Sunday when I noticed Pop Pop talking to Coach Whitey during halftime. Pop Pop had just gotten off the phone, and whispered something to Whitey. While Coach Whitey, and the Gorilla's celebrated, Pop Pop walked away. Whitey informed me later that Pop Pop said, "Harvey has been found. I'm going to go get him, and bring him home." No one has heard from Pop Pop since.

Pop Pop, Nosy, and "Frankie the Mouse" are the only ones that know what is going on. With all that has happened since Harvey disappeared, I'm getting worried that perhaps something else has taken place now. Maybe I'm over-reacting, but I am getting nervous. What if it was a prank call, or maybe someone forced Nosy to make that call so as to bait Pop Pop. Maybe Pop Pop, Nosy, "Frankie the Mouse," and Harvey are all in trouble now. It's just not like Pop Pop to go away like that, and not keep us posted back here.

We do know that Pop Pop drove himself to a wooded area outside of town where he was to meet a representative of the "Animals United in the Kingdom." They had arranged for a special carrier to take Pop Pop to his destination, and wait for Pop Pop to return with Harvey so as to bring them both back here. A spokesperson for the "Animals United in the Kingdom" informed us that Pop Pop boarded the carrier, and flew away. The carrier landed safely at the destination, and Pop Pop was driven off by another individual to an undisclosed location. The carrier is still on the ground awaiting the return of Pop Pop, and Harvey.

If nothing has happened to Pop Pop, he sure is being secretive about this whole situation. I guess we have no choice, but to sit, and wait for the news to come in. There are a lot of thoughts running through my head about this. My imagination is running wild, but I guess time will tell.

I'll just sit back, relax, take a nap, and everything will be just fine. I don't believe I just said that. I can't sit down, muchless sit back. I can't relax, because I'm tighter than a banjo string, and I can't take a nap, because I can't sit down, can't relax, and can't sleep. I'm a mess with worry! When will the telephone ring? I think I'm getting ready to lose it here. I'm talking to myself right now, and I'm answering myself too. Maybe some music will calm my tattered nerves. Better yet, where's the nerve pills? I need a vet!

Cya all later!