|Charlie, "Give up that cookie or I'll hate you!"|
|Gus, "No, you smelly trickster, not playing you games. Be glad I ate your willow."|
Right, so the hoomin made us a snack with Sarx, willow leaves, and Belinda's Blend herbal mix and thought we would play his stupid games. All his games are stupid. Gus had exactly zero seconds to give, and that was that.
I can only sigh because I know the hoomin will probably try something at saaaaalad time. Maybe he feels lucky? He arted, did some lesson planning, and had some quality time with us. It's dry and cold outside, and no bun can ask for a nicer day. I heard he said it felt like the old year was finally gone and done, and there was something new in the air.
Good Night, and Good Luck!