Everytime Rook gets in trouble and cries, he says, with big alligator tears, "I want my Grandma!" So the other day we said fine, we will ship you to your Grandma. We found a box that seemed to work nicely. Every couple of days, Rook liked to climb into the box to "testfit" it to make sure that when the shipping day came, he would still fit. Problem. There was only room for Rook and not a couple days worth of Poptarts. So Cannon, being the good brother that he is, said he would "make that box a little bigger, even if I have to talk dirty to it!" Well, here is Cannon "talking dirty" to that box.
So's dere ah' wuz. At da sweet neighbo'hood bike rally. Slap mah fro! All de cute goats wuz dere t'see mah' sweet ride and check out mah' skills. ah' figured ah' betta' do whut de big boys do t'impress oders, so's I showed dem mah' underwear. Ah be baaad... ah' dink it wo'ked. ah' gots some few rap rod numbers.
A direct quote from Rook: "Holy crap! Sweet Transmogrifer! The most stunning machine made out of one of America’s finest raw materials: corrugated cardboard! With the Transmogrifer we can turn anything into anything else! Even make the Rockies have a real Gold Rush, or even make our water pure, and our air breathable and unpolluted!"
Wynn was trying to help out his mother one day figure out how to get Cannon to quit licking Crew's head. they didn't know why it happened, it just happened. Maybe there was a little maple syrup on it. Maybe he thought that because cats lick themselves for bathing purposes, he was giving Crew a bath. Maybe it was a puppy kiss. Whatever it was, it just wasn't coming to them. Wynn came up with a better idea. "Mom, we should put our heads together!"
Nothing better than a Sunday nap.