5-08 Mercy Watson Thinks Like a Pig

Chapter 8 At 54 Deckawoo Drive, Mercy was on the couch taking an after-toast nap. She was snoring. " What a peaceful afternoon, " said Mrs. Watson. " Indeed, " said Mr. Watson. Knock, hnock, hnock. " Someone is at the back door, " said Mrs. Watson.

" I'll get it, " said Mr. Watson. He went into the kitchen. " Come in, Baby, " said Mr. Watson. " I can't, " said Baby. " Something terrible is going to happen. " " It is?" " An unmentionable horror approaches. " " It does?"

" Oh, Mr. Watson, " said Baby Lincoln, " you must protect her. " " Protect her?" said Mr. Watson. " Protect who?" Baby threw herself into Mr. Watson's arms. She began to cry. " There, there, " said Mr. Watson. Mrs. Watson came into the kitchen. " What is going on?" she said. " It seems an Unmentionable Horror is approaching, " said Mr. Watson.

" Oh, dear, " said Mrs. Watson. " I have always been terribly afraid of Unmentionable Horrors. What will we do?" " There, there, " said Mr. Watson. " I am sure we will think of something. "