ϟ August 26, 2006

When I was two, my parents had the radiators replaced and the old ones left holes in the floor. I dropped Burt down the hole just to see what would happen. He never came back. Now Burt is buried somewhere inside the basement wall. We joke about it and say that someday, when our house is ancient and they’re excavating it, the archaeologists will find it and think that it is some sort of religious talisman. But really it’s just Burt. And he’s better off there where Ernie can’t bother him and make him listen to the rubber ducky song. Maybe I should drop some bottle caps down there too.