William G. Jones

Once upon a time in a land far, far away lived a grumpy writer. His companion was a toy poodle. 

One day as the sun was setting, the grumpy writer said to the poodle. “I think it’s time to finally write. I’ve done everything else there was to do. I’ve made up every excuse to wait. There is nothing left but to type a few words, then we can go to bed.”

The poodle pawed at his leg and said, “You haven’t held me for hours on end yet!”

So the grumpy writer lifted the poodle into his lap and they watched TV until the day was done. When there was nothing left to watch, the writer said, “Maybe tomorrow I’ll write. Now it’s time for bed.”