Mister Smitty suffers from RHS*
(*Restless Human Syndrome)
Just about the time The Smitty has nestled himself down into a Mister’s lap, relaxified his haunches, laid his wee chin on a Mister’s knee, and sighed the sigh of the ages …
“Hup!”
There goes the Mister getting up on some fool errand, disturbing The Smee’s rest.
What to do about RHS?
Stay tuned to see what Mister Smitty has up his sleeve.
[Granma, what did “stay tuned” mean? – ed.]
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