Mr. Clutterbuck comes home from work and carries his groceries into the
kitchen. Just then the phone rings. It’s Mr. Clutterbuck’s friend.
“The boys are going roller skating. Want to join us?”
“Me? I don’t know how to roller skate!” says Mr. Clutterbuck. “Sounds too
wild for me! Thanks for asking, but I think I’ll just go to bed early tonight.”
And Mr. Clutterbuck does just that.
“Good night, Gus, buddy! Sleep tight!” says
Mr. Clutterbuck. He turns off the light and
falls asleep instantly.
“Good night, Clutterbuck,” answers Gus.
“First the nightshirt.
Then the cap,” he mumbles.
“Glass of warm milk.
Good for relaxing.”
“Brush my teeth,
up and down!”
“Tuck in Guinea Pig Gus.”
“Set the alarm, and hit the hay!”
But what’s this? Mr. Clutterbuck bolts upright in bed. Sound asleep,
he trots out into the street. Mr. Clutterbuck is the town’s busiest
sleepwalker, although he doesn’t know it.
“BzzzPSHAW. . .ha ha. . .BzzzPSHAW!” snores Mr. Clutterbuck.
He must be having a good dream.
“Here we go again,”
sighs Gus. “Running after a
sleepwalker is a job in itself !”
Copyright © 2017 by Mauri Kunnas. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
