Once upon a time, there was a morphadoodle like no other.  Tall and sturdy, shaped like a pyramid, with a dazzling smile, Housey was a happy-go-lucky fellow.  Depending on the time of Horatio's first morning crow, Housey would eat his favorite breakfast of peanut butter pretzels and run off to play with his friends, Peter and Greenny.  Some days it was baseball in the meadow beyond the Laborastory forest.  Other days, it was basketball or soccer.  When it rained, they would gather at Peter's house to play Mario Smash Brothers.  Housey looked forward to these wet days since he could always count on Peter's mother to serve pancakes topped with chocolate chips as a special treat for Housey.

These carefree days passed quickly, and soon Housey felt that he was ready to go out into the world to seek his fortune.  On the morning of his departure, the morphadoodles gathered to say farewell.  Peter insisted on giving Housey his favorite Jorge Posada baseball card, and Greenny wrapped his six arms so tightly around Housey in a goodbye hug that Housey feared he would lose his stuffing.

Professor Electra slowly crab-walked over to Housey with a heavy world atlas on his back and said, "It's a big world out there to explore.  Use this book to guide you."  Dr. Stalk blinked back tears from his EYE.  "Don't forget to write, and remember: You will always have a home at the Laborastory."

With his friends' heartfelt gifts and warm wishes, Housey set out to find himself a home.

Dear Friends,

As you can see from the picture, I found a place to rest on my first night away from the Lab.  This house seemed bright and cheery, and although it had only one room, it appeared to be spacious.  Unfortunately, after a comfortable night's sleep, I was awoken in the morning by the rightful owner of the house- a large slobbery dog named Lemon with a very swishy tail.  He was friendly enough, but he was convinced that I was a new squeak toy.

I will keep you posted on my house hunting adventure!

Your Friend,

Housey

Dear Friends,

I am sorry that so much time has passed since my last note.  It takes quite a while to travel to Alaska!  I thought it would be cool to live in an igloo, but as it turned out, it  was TOO COOL for me... Besides, the tip of my head kept getting stuck in the smoke hole.  I think I'll try a warmer climate next- ocean front property or maybe a lighthouse.

Your Frozen Friend,

Housey

Greetings from Sunny San Diego!

The weather here is amazing!  As you can see from the photo, I have finally found my home.  The funny thing is that I was home all along.  Let me explain.  I took a trip to San Diego to do some house hunting when I encountered a turtle.  I was frightened at first... until I learned that this was not a snapping turtle- just a friendly, everyday kind of turtle. 

He asked me why I was hiding in the sand dunes, and I replied that I was looking for a home.  (I didn't want him to know that I was hiding from HIM!)  I told him about the crowded doghouse and the freezing cold igloo, and he said, "It appears to me that the lights are on, but no one's home.  My friend, as you can plainly see, I have a shell  on my back that I carry with me from place to place.  It is my home.  You are like me- your home travels with you wherever you go."

Imagine that!  Wherever I go in this great, big world, I am already home!

Love From Your Homey,

Housey