Mister
Smitty is a big baby!
You can lift The Smee and cradle
him in your arms like a wee bub…
Whoops! The Smee just jumped into
my lap.
“Mister, he checkin’ up on you –
makin’ sure you’re not talkin’ stink about The Smee.”
But once you let him out of your
arms (he don’t stay there very long before he starts whining – don’t like to
have none of his feets touching the ground --
[all those years acting in 30’s
films under the Henderson act, I guess – ed.]
-- and as soon as he’s back on
the ground, he’s down there lickin’ hisself.
“Mister, that’s called damage
control.”
