I heart his voice saying “It’s a witch’s I say. There are witches everywhere”. Then he appears at the door to the office with his pants down around his ankles and poop hanging from him. And we follow poop in a trail leading to the toilet. And poop on the wall where he “took the corner to fast” and poop……. ”Oh Nan, it’s not a witch after all, it’s only a frog. Guess I’m just having a poopy day.”
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