For the most part, I have very quiet, conscientious neighbors. One person a few apartments down has kids that get a little excited during the day sometimes, but the only time I can hear them is when they're going outside, so they really aren't a bother. Then, the other day, the new people upstairs moved in . . .
From the noise upstairs, I have been able to draw a few conclusions:
A. These people are professional tumblers from the circus.
B. They have moved in with their very own elephant, which they are currently teaching to tap dance.
C. He's a bit clumsy though, so they are having little success in this pursuit.
D. The elephant got lonely, so they bought a few yippy dogs for him to play with.
It is really hard to focus on a poorly written assessment of women in the public sphere during the French Revolution when you are constantly jolted away from reading by the ceiling sounding like it's about to cave in. Poor Jasper is a nervous wreck, alternating between growling "ferociously" and hiding in the recliner (the one he hides his bones in - I'm guessing he hides there in an effort to protect his treasures as much as for his own protection).
I'm really hoping that all this noise will cease once these people finish moving in. If not, I may just shoot their elephant!
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