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January 17, 2010



Little Guy Goes To An Auction


Little Guy was so excited. He was
going to an auction with Mama! What fun they would have. He just knew it. Of
course, he'd never been to an auction. Mama went all the time but he never got
to go. But not this time. This time Mama said yes.

There were only a
few vehicles there when they drove up in Granddaddy's red Ford pickup. Mama
carefully backed into a spot near the door. Little Guy spotted a small
truck with a trailer backed in near them. An older man and woman climbed out of
the truck cab.

"Mama, are we doing to need a trailer," he asked.

"Probably not, Little Guy," she said. "Now remember what I told
you. Just because we see something we like doesn't mean we'll buy it. Some
people get caught up in the excitement of the auction and end up paying way
too much for an item. We don't want to do that."

"No, ma'am," he
agreed. "Unless it's something we really, really want."

She laughed.
"Nice try."

Boxes of items were lined up in rows outside a block
building. Inside the building were tables and tables filled with items. At
the very front of the building and at the very back were furniture items.
Mama liked the furniture. Little Guy helped her check all the items out.
Mama paints used furniture and sells it so that Little Guy and
Sunshine can have lots of cookies and a nice, warm bed.

The auction
started outside. It was cold. Lots of other cars and trucks filled with
people had arrived. Little Guy had to squeeze tightly next to Mama so he could
see. He looked suspiciously from side to side. He didn't want anyone to
step on his toes.

He watched other people check out the items like
he and Mama had done. One man leaned over to rummage though a box. His
shirt shifted up. His pants shifted down. Little Guys eyes opened widely and his
mouth hung open.

"Mama! Mama! Do you see that man," he asked in a loud
whisper. "His butt is showing!"

Mama leaned down. "Shh," she said.

"But Mama it's not nice to show your butt in public."

"I know," she agreed. "But it's not nice to talk about people
either."

Little Guy clamped his mouth shut.

The auction
started quickly. Little Guy had trouble keeping up. He kept his paws on the
ground so the auctioneer wouldn't accidentally think he'd bid on
something.

Mama bought a few boxes and Little Guy helped her carry
the items to the truck. The wind was cold and Little Guy wanted to sit
down.

Finally the auction moved inside. Mama bought Little Guy a
drink and some cookies. He felt much better. He sat in his chair and watched.
Two ladies glared at each other as they tried to outbid the
other. Little Guy didn't understand. It was just a glass dish. He tugged at
Mama's sleeve.

"Why do people pay that much money for a dish," he asked.

"The ladies bidding both antique dealers," she explained. "To them, that
dish is valuable. Either one could sell the dish for way more than they pay
for it here at the auction."

"Oh," he said.

Several hours later
the auction was over. The truck was loaded and Little Guy and Mama were
headed home. He rested his head against Mama. Little Guy was really tired. Going
to an auction was hard, hard work.





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