The Bunday Evening Thumps

Charlie, "Neh, neveh enouf pawfley in my mouf, why?"

Gus, "Yes, it's my friendly mouf. Wan it friendlier?"

Good evening, Everybunny!

We think that "blazing blue" should be a color. I know; you're thinking about "electric" blue, but that's not what we're dealing with here. The storm blew out all the muck from the sky and even the humidity was low. You look up, and all you see is this sharp blue, with the open space only a few miles up. You look at that blue in the middle of the day; your face feels like it's on fire - the blue is blazing. 

And about Finneas. He's still in the woods. Literally. He has to be very careful. Sinkholes, plot holes, very treacherous territory, you understand. What was supposed to be an article is turning into a novel and maybe will become an "executive summary" of the mission report, eventually getting dehydrated back into an article. Those adventures through the hammock and suburbs can be tricky, though.

Good night, and good luck!
- Gus