The Adventures Of Dustbunny
Katie searched for her pink sneaker. No sneaker in the closet. No sneaker under the chair. No sneaker behind the door. She looked under her bed. A grey ball of fluff looked back. It blinked, winked and smiled.
"Who are you?" asked Katie.
"Dustbunny," the fluff ball said.
"Have you seen my sneaker?"
Dustbunny yawned a curious, pink yawn. "Sneaker who?" he said.
Katie showed him her other sneaker.
"Sneaker snack," Dustbunny said.
"You can't eat sneakers," Katie scolded.
Dustbunny rolled out from under the bed. "Hungry. Dust is best. Here, there, anywhere."
"Mama doesn't like dust," Katie said. "But, I know a dusty place."
Dustbunny looked worried. "No dust grabbers?"
"No. Only old things. First, can I have my sneaker back?"
Dustbunny let out a loud, dusty smelling burp.
"Thank you." Katie put on the sneaker. She carried a squirmy Dustbunny to Grammy's apartment in the basement.
Katie put Dustbunny on an old trunk. "Behave until Grammy gets back."
"Find food. Dust is best. Bye-bye." Dustbunny rolled into a corner. Katie went out to play.
When Grammy got home, Katie introduced Dustbunny.
"You're a BIG Dustbunny," Grammy said.
"You DO look bigger," Katie said.
Dustbunny puffed up proudly. "Snuck snack." He yawned a rattly, brown yawn made of buttons, pennies and a rusty nail.
"You should eat better dust," Katie said.
"If you promise not to eat my things, you can stay," Grammy said.
"Promise," Dustbunny said. "Dust is best." He closed his eyes, so Katie and Grammy said goodnight.
The next day, Grammy gave Katie yarn scraps from her knitting basket.
"Come out, Dustbunny. We have a snack," said Katie.
Dustbunny did not come out.
Grammy and Katie searched the apartment. No Dustbunny. The basement was so clean it smelled like soap. Where was Dustbunny?