“Sally, is that you?”

“Yes, Daddy. Where’s Fluffy?”

“You better sit down, Hon.”

“Where’s Fluffy, Daddy?”

“Fluffy’s not with us anymore, Sweetness.”

“What do you mean?”

“Fluffy was hit by a semi right after you went to school today.”

“A truck killed Fluffy?”

“Not exactly. The truck just stunned him. Made him dizzy.”

“So Fluffy’s all right?”

“No, Darling. After the truck hit Fluffy, he was so dizzy he didn’t see the Neil Sedaka tour bus.”

“Oh, no!”

“I’m afraid so, Sugar. But don’t cry, Lamb Chop, I’ve bought you tickets for ‘N Sync and Britney Spears.”

“But I want Fluffy!”

“And I’ve also bought you tickets for Christina Aguilera. And next February I’ll take you to England to see Westlife.”

“But I want my Fluffy!”

“Don’t worry, Sugarpie, Fluffy’s gone to heaven. I know how you feel, but it’s a part of growing up. I’m sure he’d want you to see as many concerts as possible. Tomorrow, Daddy’s going to buy you tickets for matchbox twenty and Ricky Martin.”

“Are you sure Fluffy’s gone to heaven?”


“And you bought me all those tickets?”

“Yes, Sweetie.”

“Can I see the ‘N Sync tickets?”

“Sure thing, Honey.”


“What’s wrong now?”

“Couldn’t you get better seats?”