Pinch sat in his snug chair. He was reading a cookbook. The doorbell rang. Ding-dong. Pinch ignored the bell. He was lazy. Ding-dong. The cookbook was very good. Ding-dong. Ding-dong! DING-DONG! The bell was hard to ignore, even for a lazy person with a good cookbook. "Maybe it is Dash," Pinch thought. "Maybe he wants to invite me to lunch." He closed the cookbook. He went to answer the doorbell. Pinch opened the door. A couch stood on his top step. "Why is a couch ringing my bell?" Pinch asked. "The couch is not ringing your bell," said a voice. "I am." The voice belonged to someone standing in the flowerbed. "We saw you sitting in there," said a second voice. It came from the other end of the couch. "We rang and rang," said the first voice. "What took you so long? Excerpted from Pinch and Dash and the Terrible Couch by Michael J. Daley All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
