HENRY AND MUDGE AND THE Long Weekend
HENRY AND MUDGE AND THE Long Weekend HENRY AND MUDGE AND THE Long Weekend Wet Yuck Henry and Henry's big dog Mudge woke up one Saturday in February and looked outside. "Yuck," said Henry. It was gray. It was cold. It was muddy and wet. "No sun," Henry said. "No snow. Just yuck. Wet yuck." Mudge leaned against Henry and drooled. "What are we going to do all weekend?" Henry asked. Mudge leaned harder. "How will we have some fun?" Henry grumbled. Mudge leaned harder still. "Wha
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HENRY AND MUDGE AND THE Long Weekend
HENRY AND MUDGE AND THE Long Weekend
Wet Yuck
Henry and Henry's big dog Mudge woke up one Saturday in February and looked outside.
"Yuck," said Henry. It was gray. It was cold. It was muddy and wet.
"No sun," Henry said. "No snow. Just yuck. Wet yuck."
Mudge leaned against Henry and drooled.
"What are we going to do all weekend?" Henry asked.
Mudge leaned harder.
"How will we have some fun?" Henry grumbled.
Mudge leaned harder still.
"What a boring weekend," Henry growled.
Mudge let go and leaned all the way. "Whoa!" yelled Henry.
Mudge flattened Henry like a pancake.
"How are we going to get up?" Henry wondered.
Bored
Henry and Mudge had a boring breakfast.
They watched some boring cartoons.
They listened to Henry's father tell some boring jokes.
"Boy, is this boring," said Henry.
"What are we going to do?" he asked.
Mudge knew what to do.
Mudge always knew what to do if there was nothing interesting to eat,
nothing interesting to smell, and nothing interesting to chew.
He went to sleep. "No, Mudge," said Henry, giving him a push. "Wake up."
Mudge sat up. He wanted to stay awake.
He tried to stay awake. But everything was so boring that he couldn't.
His eyes kept closing. His head kept nodding.
His mouth kept drooling.
"Exciting dog you have there," said Henry's father.
"He's bored," said Henry.
"Mudge is bored. I'm bored. Boy, is this boring." Henry's father frowned.
"February cranks?" he asked. Henry nodded.
"Winter grumpies?" Henry nodded again.
"Pre-spring meanies?" "Okay, Dad, okay!" Henry said.
"Boy, are you bored!" said Henry's father. The three of them sat.
Their eyes kept closing, their heads kept nodding, and one of their mouths kept drooling.
Henry's mother saw them.
"Goodness," she said. "This is going to be a long weekend."
Then she had an idea.
The Idea
"I have an idea," Henry's mother said.
Henry opened his eyes. Henry's father sat up.
But Mudge kept on sleeping. He didn't care much about ideas.
Not until the ideas smelled like something.
"Let's make a castle," said Henry's mother.
"A castle?" said Henry and Henry's father.
"We still have the box the new refrigerator came in, and the box the new stove came in."
Henry was getting the idea.
"And that paint set Uncle Arthur gave me," said Henry.
"Let's do it!" They headed for the basement.
Mudge was still trying to sleep.
But when he heard voices in the basement, he woke up fast.
Mudge loved the basement. It had millions of new smells.
It had lots of places to hide.
And some of his old dog toys were down there.
"Come on, Mudge!" Henry called.
But Mudge was already on his way.
Down in the Basement
"It has to have turrets," Henry's father said.
"And a drawbridge. And buttresses. And flags."
"Dad," said Henry, "it's just a refrigerator box."
"Not for long," said Henry's father.
Henry ran upstairs for his castle book.
Henry's mother ran upstairs for pencils.
