Foxy Farrah, and best friend, Sarah, did lots of things together.
They liked to laugh, they liked to play, in any kind of weather.
When days were windy, their friend Cindy liked to join the fun.
And on days with rain, it was quite plain, puddle jumps for everyone!
But on one occasion, at a Days Inn, Sarah was kept in.
Visiting her Aunt, who loved to rant, and her patience was wearing thin.
Reluctantly she watched, as her Aunt swished and sloshed, her tea among the crumbs.
And as she patiently waited, which was something she hated, Aunt's voice continued to thrum.
Shrill and high, head leaned to the sky. She continued to cackle and blabber.
To Sarah's dismay, unable to stray, she felt things couldn't get drabber.
To Sarah's misfortune, she couldn't keep her kin, from kindly ruining her day.
So, with small temper flaring, she sat sulking and glaring, with not a word to say.
But things escalated, her face now frustrated, upon glancing out over the skies.
And as she sat quiet, listening to the riot, she couldn't hold back her cries.
Her friends, surely playing, were most likely not paying, the least bit of attention or worry;
to the facts that surrounded, unfortunately, founded upon Sarah's uncontrollable fury.
That on this afternoon, their friend Sarah Raccoon, was ever so painfully missing.
So cleverly planning and carefully scanning, she came up with a way of dismissing.
She had reached a conclusion, thanks to unwanted intrusion, yes, an epiphany!
She would simply disguise, with some crafty supplies, to be her friend Tiffany.
"Excuse me," she squeaked, and quickly she tweaked, some items from the room.
She picked up some clothes, and piled up to her nose; she hastily began to groom.
When she returned to the chair, her mother just stared, while Aunt continued on talking.
She had taken no notice, to the makeshift brand new dress, that Sarah was now rocking.
"Sarah Racoon has plans this afternoon," she said in a firm sounding tone.
And with a turn of the heel, Sarah Raccoon began to peel and hurried to the phone.
She called up Foxy Farrah, "we all missed you, Sarah!" and Sarah smiled with relief.
Upon telling her tale, all her friends cried, "bail!" and gasped in disbelief.
Once reunited, the friends all decided it was time for some ice-cream shakes.
And with great discretion, they all learned their lesson about crazy relatives that day.
Copyright © Chelsea Radojcic | Year Posted 2020