Avocado Advocate

Mister Smitty hunted an avocado!

(sound of one avocado falling)

“Uh-oh. What’s that sound, Mr. Smee?”

The Smitty (always on the alert to sounds) thinks, “Mouse, pro’ly,” plunges into the undergrowth, and emerges with dark matter in his mouth.

“Quick. Close the door!” (so as not to have him run inside with a half-dead “rich gift” for The Misters.)

“But what if it’s just an avocado, yo?”

“Then he’s pro’ly mashing it up to put on his face as moisturizer.”

“Shoots. Pro’ly.”