Posted by on Jul 8, 2019 | 13 comments

 

Are these woods?  Hmm…don’t think so.

First of all, what are these woods they talk about and what do they mean that I am not out of them yet?  Where are they anyway? We don’t have any woods near us, only sea and hills and low-growing wild thyme and such…the woods are pretty far away.

Still, I’d like to be out of them, I think.

Mama and papa say to give it another day and we’ll feel better about all of this.  Give WHAT another day, to what, and who or what is “it”?

Hey, what do I know?  So I guess we are giving another day to “it” until I’m ready to come out of these woods that don’t exist.

WHEW, anthros are so obtuse, whatever that means.  Maybe not quite that bad, but I wish they’d speak in MY language!

DINNERTIME!!! At least I’m sure that we three know what THAT is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, is my kibble stuck in those woods, too?