“I’d love to go out there, if only I had some sort of protection from the rain.”
Darn – left the laundry hanging on the line, and now my peopleneck sweater is soaked.
Yeah, that weatherman’s a certifiable genius — forecasting rain in Seattle is really sticking your neck out.
“Any minute now…I know that bottled water truck will be by…any minute now and I’ll jump into that puddle, right down there…then a few other jumps and that bottled water truck will take me to the river. Any minute now and I’m free!”
Just one more push and this window will open up, I just know it.
The sun did not shine.
It was too wet to play.
So we sat in the house
All that cold, cold, wet day.
I sat there with Sally.
We sat there, we two.
And I said, “How I wish
We had something to do!”
Too wet to go out
And too cold to play ball.
So we sat in the house.
We did nothing at all.
A melancholy Raphael laments never getting the hook up with April when he had the chance.
Nothing compares to you…
Shell I go out today?
Or shell I stay home?
My turtle can, and does, climb up the couch.
I wonder if Ernest is having a good day at camp.
All he wanted was to poop outside.
Look at that smug snail. He thinks he’s so fast. I could whip his slimy tail in a race. Not to mention that arrogant hare over there. And that glacier there…don’t even get me started.
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