Sam in Wonderland

It’s a blazing hot summer afternoon and I’m sitting at my computer, as usual, working on my next piece for the blog. Sam has taken his spot perched behind me and watching what I’m doing.

“Dave, why do you insist on continuing to write? We all know your stuff is crap.” Sam is very positive as you can see.

“Thanks, Sam. It’s a good thing I don’t believe a word you say.” Lightly smacking my forehead on the desk.

Tongue flapping as Sam hops up and down on his perch, “Well, Dave, it’s a good thing I don’t listen to you either. I’m amazed people actually pay you for the drivel you write.”

Anger rising through me, “Sam, what would you write about if you were in my place?”

“First of all, I would never be a writer. I like to tell stories and all, but the writing just seems boring.”

“Humor me for a moment then. What story would you write? How would you entertain people?” Looking at Sam sternly, my left hand rubbing my temples.

Sam hops off the perch (remember, he’s a dragon), and lands on the edge of the desk, blocking my view of the screen. He wacks me in the face with his tail, which is his way of telling me to move. Once I get up, he sits on the chair and gets as comfortable as possible, and starts typing.

I watch as Sam writes:

Wonderland is a fantastical place. You may remember the most famous story told of our land. It’s all about a girl named Alice, who causes chaos everywhere she goes within Wonderland. Throughout the story, you are introduced to many characters like The Queen of Hearts, the Caterpillar, the Mad Hatter, the White Rabbit (quite the troublemaker himself), and Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

If you think I have forgotten someone, have no fear. I left the best for last because that character is none other than myself… THE most important, THE most peculiar, THE grandest of them all… The CHESHIRE CAT.

That’s right folks, you heard it here first. I am the reason that story has survived for so long. My merchandise sells better than anyone else involved in that story. You know darn well that my face, er, my grin is plastered on everything from t-shirts, mugs, hats, and even socks and underwear.

Sam stops typing and glancing back at me, “So, what do you think Dave?”

“Not bad, Sam. In fact, it’s really good.” I nod my head in approval as he smirks at me.

“See, Dave, it’s not that hard to do. Even an imaginary dragon can do your work.” He says sarcastically.

Squinting my eyes as I shoot a look of anger at him, “Now, Sam, that wasn’t very nice. You wouldn’t exist if I didn’t create you in my head.”

Sam looks hurt by my words and his voice gets squeaky, “Dave, why do you always insist on reminding me that I am not real? Are you trying to hurt my feelings?”

“Sam, for crying out loud… YOU do NOT have feelings!!! You are a figment (No, not the character from that big company with a kingdom in Florida) of my imagination.”

“Okay, that’s it. I’m done. Finish the story yourself.”

Sam jumped off the chair and walked out of the room. I think he actually went into the kitchen to get a drink because I heard the refrigerator door open and close. I’ll give him a bit of time to cool down and see if we can’t get this story worked on.

Until then, this story is…

To Be Continued…