Grandma's Cupcakes

How do you keep a secret when it is as big as a one and a half-ton rhino? The answer to this question is a story in itself and I will try to tell it in the best way that I can.

About a month ago I was visiting my grandparents and it seemed like they were in the middle of one of their little spats. Grandpa was yelling at grandma about a large animal; a large gray animal to be exact. Apparently my grand mother wanted to call the zoo and just give back the lost rhino but good ol’ gramps saw the financial opportunity in having this animal stray into the middle of his front yard while they were sitting down eating a plate of cupcakes.

I should have kept on walking. Yes I love my grandparents, and I would do almost anything for one of my grandmothers chocolate cupcakes, but...having to wash a one and half ton rhino in an inflatable pool with a gallon of shampoo, is a bit much. I mean how do you wash something that can do some real harm to you without even thinking twice? For all of you people who just answered my question by saying, “Very carefully” there is a sponge over there, grab it and give me a hand.

There I was, in this pool with this lost rhino, my sponge and this big bottle of Strawberry scented shampoo. I guess grandpa not only wanted a clean animal but a sweet smelling one also. I must have been a sight for everyone in this neighborhood was out watching me washing this animal. It was a good thing for me that this animal liked all of the attention and the warm water. He stood as still as a statue as I tried to shampoo the stiff hair of his horn. I was very careful not to get any suds in his eyes or his nose. A sneeze from this, or any rhino, would probably leave snot in places all over this middle-classed neighborhood.

My sweet grandma went into her house and restocked her plate of cupcakes and was giving them to the neighbors. Everyone was having a good time except for gramps; he was getting all the more grumpier when he saw what grandma was doing. Also I guess I wasn’t getting the animal as spic and span clean as he wanted me to. Luckily for me, as I was hosing off the beast the zoo truck pulled into their driveway.

The zookeepers emerged from the truck and took over the scene and rescued the cleanest rhino anyone has ever seen. I guess you could say that we didn’t do to well in keeping our rather large secret, but that is ok because granny sure has more than enough of sweet smelling shampoo to last a long while. And grandpa’s mood changed a little when the zookeepers gave his name to the local papers as the brave soul who single-handily captured the rhino and was made sure it was returned in better shape then when it escaped.