Mr. Smitty was in an earthquake!
“What’s that shaking?”
“It’s still going.”
Like an actor in a locally-made public service TV announcement, This Mister bolted out of bed and stood in a doorway, picturing the whole house collapsing into rubble, save for the archway he was standing under.
Still, that pesky shaking.
“This is a long one.”
Finally the Smee appears, eyes wide as proverbial saucers (you know, the proverb about how saucers should be 1.56 times wider than the cups placed on them, Golden Mean, Geomancy, New-Age tarot cards, etc.) in urgent need of petting.
Heavy petting.
Which ensued.
“What’s that shaking?”
“It’s still going.”
Like an actor in a locally-made public service TV announcement, This Mister bolted out of bed and stood in a doorway, picturing the whole house collapsing into rubble, save for the archway he was standing under.
Still, that pesky shaking.
“This is a long one.”
Finally the Smee appears, eyes wide as proverbial saucers (you know, the proverb about how saucers should be 1.56 times wider than the cups placed on them, Golden Mean, Geomancy, New-Age tarot cards, etc.) in urgent need of petting.
Heavy petting.
Which ensued.
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