Round Two Impending

Monday, December 10, 2007

Rose was on the couch, lounging.

“I don’t feel well,” she croaked.

Carrie decided to make her feel better by smashing her into the cushions.

“Help!” Rose called. “Help! She’s squashing me again!”

“Ahhhhh,” Carrie sighed. “Comfy.”

“This is like the dream I had last night where I thought I was getting smooshed, and this is what it felt like.”

“I thought you had a dream about the Englishs,” said Linnea, “and a parrot said to you, ‘I’m going to kill you before you kill my twenty eggs.’”

“Well that too…”

Gray, rain. Collette wondered why she always had ice cream on winter days.