Bones yelled (because clearly there was no point in whispering anymore), "Lump! That chair must have been going fifty miles an hour!"

     I laughed, mostly because I was glad I had caught his ridiculous comment on video, as well as the flying chair. I waited for a few seconds, then peeked over the love seat to see if anything else was coming. Through the darkness I caught a glimpse of Bones' outline. He had left his La-Z-Boy bunker and was trying to pry the Basket Barge from between the two couches holding it prisoner.

     "Bones, what are you doing? Now is not the time!" And that's when I saw it.

     I watched it fly through the air . . . I opened my mouth to warn Bones . . . but no words came out . . . I tried to scream . . . but my mouth just opened and closed like a large mouth bass . . . I mean, what do you say when you see a giant cow hurtling toward your best friend?

     Finally, my caveman brain snapped into gear and I yelled, "MOOOOOVE!" (Ironically, I sounded just like a cow.)

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