In which Yellow saves us from a Truly Dreadful Intruder

Alas, dear reader, in my eager anticipation to receive our new school supplies, I overlooked a critical danger inherent in accepting deliveries. Thankfully, our Brave Dog was here to protect us and defend us.

Picture, if you will, a menacing metal beast having the audacity to drive into our driveway! Now, some would call this a "car" as though it were a benign force. Our Daring Rescuer knew better, though, and immediately alerted us with loud and ferocious barking.

I retrieved our order from the porch where the mailman had left it, and unwittingly brought into our humble abode an object so wicked that our Valiant Friend was hardly able to bear it. It was ... The Box. He set up a ruckus the likes of which would terrify a lesser foe ... but The Box was not even fazed.

We quickly realized the danger, having been alerted by our Vigilant Protector, and attacked The Box with scissors. Quickly extracting its contents, we banished The Box to a lonely existence in the basement.

But ah, if we had not had our Brave Friend to warn us! If he had not persisted even in the face of imminent danger!

The outcome could have been far worse, indeed. In fact, the possibilities are so chilling, I didn't even mind cleaning up the piddle that he left in his terror ... er, I mean the excitement of fighting the Enemy.

Yellow. We are so blessed to have him.