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It's the Thought That Counts
By Purry
"Hutch!"
"I can't..., I just can't believe you did that."
"Come on, Hutch, it's the thought that counts."
"That's just it, there was *no* thought to it."
"I kno...."
"You know what gets me?"
"What?"
"I thought we were best friends."
"We are!"
"How can you say that?"
"Huh?"
"Forget it!"
"No! I wanna know why you're so sore at me."
"Darn right I'm sore. You gave me an imitation Pet Rock."
"I gave you the *hottest* gift that's out this year!"
"Oh, is that right? Well there's just three things wrong with your gift choice."
"What?"
"First, you gave me a rock."
"A Pet Rock."
"Stop interrupting."
"Ok, ok, but it's the perfect pet; no feeding, walking, vet bills, and it'll never die."
"Starsky!"
"Alright!"
"Second, you didn't even put any thought into what you gave me; so that it's the thought that counts crap is just that, crap."
"Well…."
"And third, it wasn't even an original Pet Rock, it was just a dirty rock that you'd picked up off the ground and wrapped up for me."
"Hey, I think one should adopt a pet and not purchase one from one of those snooty pet stores."
"Starsk, it's a ROCK!"
"By the way, what'd you name it?"
"Name it?"
"That's the problem, you haven't begun to bond with it."
"Bond?!"
"Sure, once it has a name then it'll feel more like a pet."
"You're crazy!"
"Is it a boy or girl?"
"Boy or girl? Yep, you're definitely crazy."
"I think Shelia for a girl and Ralph if it's a boy."
"ARGH! I give up!"
"That's what you get for giving me a crummy tree for Christmas last year."
"What, what are you mumbling?"
"Just, uh, Happy Birthday, Partner."
The End