what do you care?
wouldn’t you like to meet the inner child that was you when you were old? while you’re still middle aged?
I think it’s a grand idea, we should all meet for picnic in the woods by the dry hill. I’ll invite the bear and his doughier the rabbit. which I hear is about to be we to the prince of the swamp.
that is about to become a marvels celebrations.
one thing bothered me though.
ok? what?
well the cat doesn’t stop meowing.
yes I’ve noticed that’s is that always the case?
well yes. I can’t recall a single night of sanity while in the apartment.
most peculiar