Mister Smitty likes to be warm!
When
The Misters got their stand-up, metal-hatted porch heater… The Smee was not far
behind.
“Mister,
it’s like the Ye Olde Hearth, with the cat all curled upside it.”
“Like
in a wee children’s book. Of yore.”
“Cept
this heater’s got a scorching coolie hat thingy that’ll toast his little pink
paw pads like steaks on the Barbie, mate.”
“No
warm and fuzzy (Olympic?) hearth-curling, for you, Mr. Smee!”
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