If One Could Talk In Idioms

“Who let the cat out of the bag?” Kitty exclaimed. She realized the Iceland trip was no longer a surprise to Finch, her Dad. He is as stubborn as a mule. This news opened up a whole new can of worms. After months of careful planning, to have to change horses midstream really raised her hackles.
She glanced around the room at her three siblings. Buck, always one to take the bull by the horns uncharacteristically excused himself. Said he was going to see a man about a horse then have a gander at the oil burner.
Channing, her calm, sensible older sister looked across the old oak kitchen table top.
“Kit, why do you always strain at a gnat and swallow a camel? You know that even if I wanted to mention it I couldn’t. With my new job at City Hall, I’ve been flat out like a lizard drinking. The mayor thinks I flew the coop as it is.”
Kit eventually got around to landing an eagle eye on those of Fawn. Her youngest sibling, last in the family pecking order. The one the stork had surprised them with on a lark. For seven years Kit was protected under her mother’s wing, then Fawn. She remembered feeling as mad as a box of soapy frogs when Fawn arrived.
From nearly the beginning Fawn proved to be a fox in the hen house. Seeming to always find a way to get someone’s goat. When it came to Mom’s good graces, Fawn took the lion’s share.
Kit knew even as a child that the world was her oyster and that Fawn was only a one trick pony. Not that she was an ugly duckling, but Fawn did need their mother’s extra TLC after all. As kids, Kit and Fawn fought like cat and dog. Kit would learn the hard way that she’d even up the score with Mom’s attention when pigs fly.
Buck always felt like a fish out of water. He went through the typical teenage phase of trying to impress his peers as the cool cat. As he matured he found himself comfortably embracing being something of a lone wolf. Grateful that his wife, Robin was a social butterfly.
Now, the four siblings perched among each other in the kitchen of days long gone. Buck, the lone wolf, Channing, who lived in a world of puppies and rainbows, Fawn, sometimes meaner than a junkyard dog, and Kit, ever the people pleaser.
Kit had arranged the family trip to help their Dad through the dogged nights and day’s grief after losing their Mom. Sure it had been three years ago, but he was still as sick as a parrot over it. Her therapist advised her against it of course, saying let sleeping dogs lie.
Buck’s phone chirped off a text. Just Robin chiming in.
Dad texted to say he’s on his way home with Bee Sparrow, of all people.
“Isn’t she the cougar from the golf club?” Sniped Fawn.
Yeah! Beatrice Sparrow, lives next door the Bares. Retired CEO. She’s a fox in the boardroom I understand.” Quipped Buck.
“Now let’s not have a cow over this.” There’s got to be a reasonable explanation.” Piped in Channing from across the table.
Just then the kitchen door swung open. In walked Bee Sparrow followed by Finch. All four children stared silently.
Buck, Channing, Kit and Fawn, I’d like you to meet Bee Sparrow. Bee and I, well, me and Bee, we’re not flying to Iceland. We’re taking a vacation in the Villages. Then we’re on a pigeon wing home and Bee is move in.”
“Move in?” asked Channing.
“Yes, Bee and I are going to live together before we get married.”
Fawn whispered under her breath, “I knew it.”
Buck gave them both a big bear hug.
Kit said, “Dad, what about our trip to Iceland? It’s all planned and paid for.”
“I know Kit, but that trip was the straw that broke the camels back. It made me realize that this is my life now. I’m going to live it my way. I appreciate your efforts, but it’s time you get that bee out of your bonnet. Every dog has its day and it’s high time for me and Bee to fly like the birds!”


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