T
he Autobiographies of the Worlds Three Smartest Puppets
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Bones The Dog Let me see .. let me see - I'm supposed to tell you something about myself. My mom was a chicken, my dad was a Siamese cat and I'm - no, that's not right. My mother was a bagel, I mean, a beagle, and my father was a noodle - no, I mean, a poodle. I was born and raised in Tennessee, under a spaghetti tree, moved to Seattle when I won a spelling bee, met Charles The Clown, and he hired me. That was in 1923 - no, no -. That was a while ago, back when there was a lot of snow. Now I'm part of Charles' show.
![]() I also spend time writing lots of poetry, would you like to read some of my poetry? |
![]() Every night before I go to bed, I like to read a good book. |
| Biscuit The Dog Puppet When I was a little pup, I wanted to grow up and be in the circus. Or in the forest. Or in the army. I wanted to be in something, so I went into the dog house. After a while, I thought, wouldn't it be nice to be in a show. Just then, Charles The Clown called me on my smell phone. He asked if I wanted to be in HIS show. I said that would be OK, if he'd feed me every day. So Charles taught me how to bow, and how to bow wow, and how to sing, tell stories, do magic tricks, and chase after sticks. I'm five years old, and have been five for over fifteen years. Also, I have two ears.
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![]() I love making fresh salads. Yum! |
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