Mulli of the MidWest

Mulligan, Partisan

I found myself trapped last night, forced into prison, and in the spirit of all Partisan fighters, I fought to free myself.

Really, it's not my fault. Mom and Dad, true geeks that they are, are quite overly obsessed with history. Mom in fact received "The World at War," the authentic 1974 historic 26 episode saga of World War II, narrated by Sir Laurence Olivier himself. I am constantly barraged by TV dramatic or historic footage of war, prison, and weaponry.

Last night Dad invited several of his male friends over for Poker in the Second Garage. Several of the wives of these male friends, not to be outdone, decide that if their "Man" had a night off for frivolity, then it was a perfect time to offload their offspring at the Mulligan Compound as well. Mom found herself in the unfortunate position of nightcare provider for these offspring, while the Men entertained themselves in the garage.

There was a constant stream of: Men coming into the house to use the Indoor Backyard (why they could not use the Outdoor Backyard facilities is beyond me,) children running amok, children consuming hamburgers and other asundries, and general random chaos.

Dad decided that I, Mulligan, should be imprisoned in the bedroom. That is how it is ALL DADs Fault. Like any fine Partisan, Prisoner, or Political Detaineee, I decided to: Tunnel My Way Out. When Dad came up to bed (Mom had fallen asleep on the couch after the last extra child left) he discovered that I had dug away most of the carpet around the door to the bedroom. Just a few more hours and I am certain that I would have been able to compress my impressive body underneath the door and On to Freedom!