by Mary Grace Mauneymmauney@mistermigs.com
Spring had come in almost immediately after the snow day, as if winter had been putting everything it had into that one last hurrah before fading away for another year. Now there was not so much as a trace of slush to be seen in Georgia. Instead of grey and gloomy, the skies were clear and crystal blue.
“Well, it’s a new season,” said Mister Migs, looking out the window, “And you know what that means, team? Time for a new look! We’ve got to put something fresh out there! Any ideas?”
All the Mister Migs employees brainstormed for a bit. Louey felt like a line of cowboy hats would be best, but then retracted the idea as soon as he realized that this would mean he might not be the only dog around who wore one. Daisy voted lightweight long-sleeved shirts to provide warmth and coverage without overheating, but since most dogs did not suffer from alopecia like she did, there probably wouldn’t be much of a market for that this time of year. MiMee suggested bows and barrettes, but that wouldn’t work for short-haired dogs, and Mister Migs wanted to do something all pets could enjoy.
“How about instead of a new product altogether,” said Sadie Lynn, “We take one of our old faithfuls and make a spring version of it?”
“That’s splendid!” exclaimed Mister Migs, “We’ll make a new line of Tabbies---the Spring Mix, we’ll call it! Sadie Lynn, since you thought of it, I’m tasking you with finding inspiration.”
“Er, inspiration, sir?” Sadie Lynn wasn’t sure what this meant.
“Yes! Go out there and find things that remind you of spring!” Mister Migs explained, “Then we’ll use those colors in our Spring Mix ribbons!”
“Can I come too?” asked Sam, hopping up and down next to Sadie Lynn and tugging on her long black coat to get her attention, “I can help!”
“Mister Migs?” Sadie Lynn asked, since he was the boss.
“Go for it!” he enthused, “It’ll be great training for little Sam; you can mentor her! Besides, a young thing like her should be outside enjoying the weather on a day like this anyway.”
Armed with a notebook and pencil, the pair of pets set out to discover the colors of spring.
Author’s Note: Readers who are well-read concerning the sensory organs of rats and/or dogs may be aware that real rats and real dogs do not have much in the way of color vision (though they do indeed have some, contrary to popular belief), and thus would not be the best agents for this task. However, real rats and real dogs also cannot speak, write things down, or manufacture Migrubbies, so a bit more artistic license shouldn’t hurt.
TO BE CONTINUED