Hey! Who had used up all the mustard colored copy paper?! Chad had a serious frown on his face. He put his hands on his hips. He would get to the bottom of this—was he not Director of Human Resources, dedicated and smart? Suddenly he noticed a trail of mustard copy paper leading out of the room! He leaned forward and peered closely. The paper had moist edges and appeared to have been nibbled lightly.
Chad’s frown grew even more serious. ‘Enough is enough’, he declared, and briskly followed the mustard copy paper down the hall and into and out of Conference Room #2. The paper trail skirted the water cooler, looped around and led to a closet.
Chad debated. Should he call security? He stuck his ear to the closet door. ‘I can hear someone breathing!’ he thought. “I bet it’s Lorraine, from the typing pool!” He stepped back and yanked the door suddenly open with an expression of triumph. He thought he would see Lorraine, but no, it wasn’t Lorraine, it was an armadillo.
It looked frightenedly up. It was building a copy of the Parthenon with carefully shaped mustard colored copy paper. It was going to live in it.
Chad looked at the armadillo for a long moment. The armadillo looked humbly back. Finally, “This is craziness’, announced Chad, he slammed the door shut, and away he marched.
The armadillo returned to its task of laboriously folding a Doric column.
That was the end of that, because Chad decided to never think about that armadillo, or any other armadillo, ever again, and he didn’t.
THE END
(This story goes with the Armadillo paper doll and the Chad: Director of Human Resources paper doll on my site, ‘Gayle’s Paper Doll Page’)
c 2000 Gayle Broadbent-Ferris