The Cloud of Unknowing

Mister Smitty had a smell adventure!

When the Marsha-lady was down here on a visit, The Smee gallivanted across her truck’s plenteous folds -- in around over under beside and through -- as though The Smee were the proverbial preposition and Marsha’s truck the cloud.

“Miao!”

-- said The Smee, wondering if the Marsha Lady’s several cats were also somewhere therein contained, prowling the purlieus, unseen and unbeknownst.

“Miao?”