While playing with my feet the other day, Katy told mom that I have Dr. Seuss feet. After talking about it for a minute or two, mom astonishingly agreed with her. I DO NOT by any stretch of the imagination think that I have Dr. Seuss feet. Then to make matters worse after insulting me by telling me I have Dr. Seuss feet she took a picture of my foot.
This is the picture Katy took of my foot. See it looks nothing like a Dr. Seuss foot.
This is a picture of Dr. Seuss's The Foot Book. See NOTHING like my foot.
Every morning I warn the neighborhood children about that big yellow dragon with the glowing red eyes.
I run and tell them, "NO! NO! CHILDREN DO NOT GO THERE!"
Around the back yard I tell them "NO! NO! CHILDREN! STAY AWAY FROM THAT YELLOW DRAGON!"
"NO CHILDREN! NOOOOOoooooooo."
They go any way.
It eats them.
Every winter storm should be named Buster. Not the goofy names the NWS picks out. Zeus! Bah!
Buster is a good name for all the storms. I'm grey like the stormy sky and I have a lovely white belly under the grey. That's just like the weather we woke up to this morning grey sky and white snow. So, every storm should be named Buster.
I have spoken!