Mister Smitty likes the BBQ!
All (the live-long) day the Smee lounged under the table upon which perches the small BBQ grill.
This being summer, the afforded shade there keeps his delicate pink ears of the Smee from developing the sores that lead to You-Know-What-ectomies.
Even when we rolled out the shank of the evening, did the Smee remain ‘neath the warming coals (though the flying sparks concerned the Misters mightily).
Mr. Smee!
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