|Gus, "Psst, hoomin, wrong season; it's springtime; you're six months early; save this roll for later, OK?|
|Espresso, "You just looked at my girlfriend, hoomin, didn't ya!?"|
Good Evening, Everybun!
And so the day turned greyer and colder than yesterday. Every kind just hunkered down and enjoyed soul snacks all day. I gave my hoomin a cookie and a half worth of seconds, and the sorry sod confused the seasons. Or was it a Freudian hop, I mean slip, on his part?
Good Night, and Good Luck!