Blankie's Story

This is our hero, Shadow (BooBoo). A mild-mannered people washer and treat vacuum by day and a heroic crime fighter by night (until his bedtime, that is).

It was a day like any other in the pasture that fateful Saturday. As Shadow donned his official crimefighting blankie for his late afternoon RPMs [Round Pen Meanderings] he was approached by a couple of strangers...

Identifying themselves as FBI [Federal Blanket Inspectors] Agents #MM942 and #C197, they asked to see the blanket in order to verify its fittability [an industry term] in accordance with Section 3, Paragraph 9, Article 4 of the Protection Under Real Emergencies for Blanket Security Act [or P.U.R.E. B.S.].

Shadow watched nervously as his beloved blankie was laid out for inspection. Just then, a third stranger appeared. Identifying himself as Supervisor #C222, he began issuing a verbal rundown of the inspection protocol according to FBI regulations.

Suddenly, with the help of an unidentified biped, Inspector #MM942 tossed Blankie onto the back of Inspector #C197. Without warning, the pair abruptly turned tail.

Confused by what seemed to be an obvious breach of procedure, Shadow tentatively approached the inspectors to request an explanation.

In a flash, the treacherous trio absconded with their ill-gotten blankie; Shadow in hot pursuit. Tragically, our hero tripped over a ginormous [REALLY big] blade of grass, thereby losing his quarry.

Our hero was left standing; bewildered, bamboozled, and suffering from severe separation anxiety.

Determined to find his beloved Blankie, our hero begins his quest by interviewing area residents in the hope he would develop a clue...

On and on Shadow traveled hundreds of feet in a desperate attempt to find out what dastardly despots could have perpetrated this terrible crime.

Completely clueless and exhausted, Shadow poured out his woes to his person before checking her pockets for a treat [hey, crimefighting is really hard work you know...a guy can get pretty hungry!]

Enraged at having been duped by such common [no papers] criminals, Shadow decided to stake out the round pen in hopes that one [or all] of those no good thieving miscreants would return to the scene of the crime.

As the pungent aroma of worm paste permeated the air, Shadow turned in search of its source. To his shock, he saw the biggest perpetrator of the pillage sporting a very familiar looking blankie...

Casually, Shadow approached his target and nonchalantly asked for directions to the nearest hay pile.

At the opportune moment, our hero lunged at the blanket napper and with split-second timing flung Blankie to safety before successfully capturing the fleeing felon.

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