Where's Paris 3

(When last we heard from Lady Paris, she was about to climb into the big
truck chariot known as Snow White with handsome Sir Brucedad. Her adventure
continues ...)

As Paris attempted to climb into the big white chariot, she paused to
look it over. She had never seen anything so large in her life! It didn't
look like the chariots she was used to at all. This one seemed to be about a
million times larger! It was spotlessly clean, and gleamed in the sunlight.
On the shiny chrome pipe on the side of the chariot, was a word carved out
of the metal. Paris concentrated really hard, trying to figure out what it
said. "K-E-N-W-O-R-T-H" she spelled out. Hmmmm, the Cold Thing that Held
the Food at Kallista Castle had said "K-E-N-M-O-R-E" and that was almost the
same. Paris sniffed the air, and thought that she detected the smell of
food. "This Snow White must also hold food, but heavens! They didn't have
to bring so much! She was on a diet!

About that time, Sir Brucedad leaned down and helped Lady Paris climb up
into the truck and up onto the large seat. Then he walked around and
climbed into the other side - all by himself! Lady Paris was impressed!

"Would you like to look out the window, Lady Paris?" he asked her. She gave
him one of her beautiful royal smiles, which he correctly took to mean "yes".
So he leaned over and pushed a little button beside her seat, and suddenly
her large seat began to rise into the air!

"Oh my! Oh my! What�s happening?" Just as Paris was really getting scared,
the seat stopped moving. Brucedad said "Now look little girl!" Paris turned
and looked out the window by her side, and realized that she could see
outside! Her little mouth fell open in amazement! She had never been tall
enough to see out the window before, oh this was wonderful! Then she saw the
front window too! Oh my!! There were things happening out there too! She
could look down on all the little chariots parked at the oasis, and she was
taller than the hoomans that walked around out there! Oh this was wonderful!
She had never been so far off the ground!

Just then, Brucedad turned the key and the chariot roared to life! Snow
White shook all over as if waking from a nap, and Paris pressed herself down
into the seat. "Its ok" Brucedad reassured her. "Snow White makes a bit
more noise than you're used to, my Lady, but she's pulling a bit more weight
too. You'll get used to it." Paris kept her eyes glued on Brucedad, hoping
he knew what was happening and had it under control. He seemed very calm as
he looked around to see if the way was clear. There was a tall handled stick
coming out of the floor that Brucedad kept moving it around as the chariot
gathered speed and caught up with the other chariots. He moved the stick
several times and then, apparently it got comfortable, because he stopped
moving it finally and left it alone.

After a bit, Paris could not help but raise up to look out the window on her
side of the chariot. It was amazing! She could see hoomans riding in their
chariots beside them. Sometimes a little hooman would spot her watching
them, and begin to laugh and point at her in the Snow White chariot. She
giggled, realizing that even if the meowfiosa spotted her, they certainly
couldn't get up here to get her or take her picture.

Hearing her giggle, Brucedad said "Paris, you might not want to look out that
side window a lot if you aren't used to it. It could make you carsick." Paris
looked at him and batted her eyes. Silly hooman! Did he not know who she
was? She was Lady Paris, and she had traveled extensively with the other
members of the Royal Family. She had flown in planes, ridden in van
chariots, and small truck chariots ... she had eaten things she couldn't even
speak of! Pooh, pooh dear hooman, she wouldn't get carsick.

Paris decided to humor Brucedad though, and reached into her backpack and
took out her "How to Speek Suthun in Tee-in Eezy Laysons" textbook. Again
Brucedad cautioned her about becoming carsick. Paris reached over and patted
him on the hand, giving him that knowing corgi look. "Trust me Brucedad.
I'll be fine. Besides, this isn't a car!"

She opened the book to Chapter 15: Phrayzes Herd Every Daay in the Sayouth".
Just for good measure, Paris Took out the fan and parasol that RooRoo had
hidden in her backpack for her mothers day gift. She ran her paw over them,
and thought of Roo for a moment. She missed him already. Sighing, she got
quickly to work. Those thoughts made her sad, and there was no time for
that. She snapped the fan out, and began fanning herself. The sun was
rather bright coming through the glass in the roof, and it was getting a bit
warm. She turned to her book.

"Chapter 15:
Sometimes one must inquire of others as to their plans for dining, and, if
they have no other plans, invite them to join you." (That made sense, Paris
loved to eat! She'd better learn this one!) The Book continued: "This is
accomplished with two phrases. The first is "Jeet yet?" <Translation: Did
you eat yet?> If they answer in the negative, you would say "Yont to?"
<Translation: Do you want to?>

Then it said to close the book and practice repeating these phrases over and
over to yourself. Being ever the obedient little Lady, Paris closed the
book, looked out her window, and began to repeat the two phrases. "Did jeet
..." No that�s not it. She peeked at the book. Ahem... "Excuse me, madam,
have you jeeten yet?" Oh no! That wasn't right! <<Burp!>> Paris slapped
her little paw to her mouth and looked at Brucedad, mortified that she could
do such a thing. He was talking to a little black box in his hand, and
appeared not to have noticed. Phew!

Paris went back to her book, but, tugging at her collar and swallowing hard,
she realized it was getting awfully hot in here...

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Paris sighed heavily and laid her head on her paws in the grass. "How
embarassing," she thought! "I've never been car sick in my life!" Now here
she was with her leash wrapped around a sign post at another oasis, while Sir
Brucedad cleaned up the inside of the truck. She put both paws over her eyes
and tried not think of what had happened. It was so hot ... and the book ...
she had tried to look out the window but... erf! ... it was so hot in that
truck! Then the bumps in the road started, and Snow White not only hit them,
but so did all of the million or so wheels behind them! (Ok, 18, but it
seemed like a lot more!)

"Ok little copilot! Are you ready to try it again?" Brucedad came over
and squatted down beside of her and gave her ear skritches. He could see she
was embarrassed. "Now don't you worry about what happened. Those roads were
bumpy and you've had a rough couple of weeks traveling around. But you're
new mom is waiting for you, and we have to get back on the road. Just one
more stop before your new home! Are you ready?"

Paris looked up into the smiling green eyes of Brucedad, and realized
that he was right. No one told her this would be easy, and striking out on
your own can be very scary. But she had spoken to the Boss many times
before she had applied for the position she was going to, and he had told her
that it was exactly what he wanted her to do. "Ships are safe in harbor, but
that�s not what ships are for, Paris." She had no idea what the Boss meant by
that, but he said some confusing things sometimes. She wasn't always sure
she was doing what he wanted, but this time was different! This time she
knew it was the right thing!

She and Brucedad climbed back into Snow White. Paris tried to curl up
on her seat to take a little nap. "Paris, there�s a bed back in the sleeper,
and a TV. If you'd like to go back there and lie down, you may. We have a
few more hours to go, so you can take a little nap if you'd like."

Paris thought that sounded simply divine. So she climbed down from the
seat and went back and climbed into the bed. She found the remote and
turned on the TV. There was a Muppets movie playing and she watched for a
few minutes before falling sound asleep.

The next thing she was aware of was a new person scratching the top of
her head and waking her from her sleep. "Hi Paris! I'm Joyce! I'm Kristie
and Brassy and Jessee's mom! You are going to spend the night at our house,
and then in the morning, we'll get up and take you to your new home! And
then guess what? No more long rides for a long time!"

Paris stood and stretched. That sounded so good - no more long rides! She
liked going places, but the past 2 weeks had been more than enough! Now she
wanted to stay in one house with her own hoomans, in her own bed, for a very
long time. She stood up, shook herself off, and waited to be lifted down
from the truck. "One more stop. One more stop."

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The next day, sure enough, Brucedad and Joycemom had loaded her into another smaller chariot, and they set out once again. It had been a very nice
visit, and she had met Brassy, Kristie and Jessee. They had played a little
before going to bed early because Paris had an early day. The four little
corgis all waved to each other the next morning and promised to visit soon.

Off they went down the highway. Paris had chosen to ride in a crate even
though her tummy felt fine today. She had graciously declined much
breakfast, not wanting a repeat of yesterday. As soon as the chariot began
to move, Paris fell fast asleep. She remained that way for next several
hours.
Suddenly she was aware of the chariot slowing down. Paris stretched and
yawned, and stood up to look around. Joycemom was reading from a piece of
paper, and when she did, Brucedad would change the direction of the chariot.
Paris just knew that something big was about to happen! She reached into her
backpack for her brush, and gave her coat a quick brushing. She opened her
little compact and looked at herself in the mirror. "Oh dear, I'm still a
bit pale!" She pinched the sides of her face to brighten her cheeks a
little, just like Milliemom had taught her. She smoothed down her fur, and
straighted her OSU bandana just as Joycemom opened the car door and then her
crate door.

"We're here Lady Paris! Your new home! Ready to meet your new family?"
Paris took a deep breath, and stepped out of her crate. Joycemom lifted her
out of the chariot, and held her in her arms. They turned around and there
before them was the most beautiful castle Paris had ever seen! There were
trees, and flowers, birds singing, and little baby bunnies playing on the
lawn. Paris looked around excitedly. Oh look! There! In the flower bed!
Was that who she thought it was? This was a wonderful place, she could feel
it! This was her new Home!

"Paris, honey, look! Here comes you new mom. Lets go and say hello!"

Paris looked toward the door of the castle just as the most beautiful lady
walked out! She had a camera in her hands and was snapping pictures of Paris
while at the same time, walking quickly towards her. She and Joycemom
exchanged hugs, and then her new mother turned to her, took her face in her
hands and said ...

"Welcome to your new home, Paris! Jeet yet?"