Lucy's Journal – June 10, 2026
Wiffle Ball Madness at Monongalia County Ballpark
Dear Journal,
Today was one of the most exciting days ever!
The gang and I headed over to the beautiful Monongalia County Ballpark for what was supposed to be a friendly game of wiffle ball. Of course, when you put me, Peanut the gray tiger cat, Kiwi the green cheek conure, and the Quackers (those identical twin ducks who still insist they're easy to tell apart) together, "friendly" usually turns into complete chaos.
Our opponents were an unusual bunch: a team made up entirely of giraffes and mice.
Now, at first glance, that might seem unfair. The giraffes could practically lean over the outfield fence without moving, while the mice were so tiny they could disappear between the blades of grass. But we weren't worried.
The first inning started with Kiwi stepping up to the plate. He swung so hard he spun around three times before making contact. Somehow the ball dribbled twenty feet down the baseline. Kiwi flapped his wings and declared it a home run anyway.
"It was airborne for part of the trip!" he argued.
The umpire disagreed.
Peanut the cat was our next batter. He immediately tried to negotiate a trade to the giraffe team after noticing they had better snacks in their dugout. When that failed, he smacked a line drive into center field and strutted around the bases like he had just won the World Series.
The Quackers were unstoppable. The twins worked together so well that nobody could tell which duck was on base and which one was batting. At one point they accidentally switched places three times during the same play, confusing both teams and the scorekeeper.
Meanwhile, the giraffes had an interesting strategy. They simply reached over everyone and caught nearly every fly ball. One giraffe caught a pop-up while simultaneously eating a leaf from a nearby tree.
The mice, however, were the real challenge. They were so small that every ground ball seemed to roll right over their heads. One mouse somehow stole second, third, and home before anyone noticed he had left first base.
By the sixth inning, the score was tied 12-12.
That's when I came to the plate.
The crowd roared. Well, maybe it was just the Quackers quacking loudly from the dugout, but it sounded like a crowd.
I took a deep breath, wagged my tail, and swung.
CRACK!
The wiffle ball sailed high into the afternoon sky.
A giraffe jumped.
A mouse climbed another mouse's shoulders.
Kiwi offered helpful advice that nobody could understand.
Peanut tried to call dibs on the ball.
But it didn't matter.
The ball landed safely in the outfield, and I raced around the bases for the game-winning run!
Final score:
Lucy and Friends: 13
Giraffes and Mice: 12
After the game, we celebrated with cold treats and plenty of victory photos. Peanut claimed he was the team MVP. Kiwi claimed he was the team manager. The Quackers claimed they scored all 13 runs.
As for me?
I was just happy to spend another perfect day with my favorite friends.
Until next time,
Lucy 🐶⚾
P.S. Peanut is still trying to trade herself to the giraffes for a bag of sunflower seeds. We're monitoring the situation.
