A little too close for comfort
Well Amigos they say politics makes strange bedfellows and evidently thunderstorms do too. We had a doozie of a storm at Casa de Canterbury this afternoon, and you see what happened. Well, I never.
No, truly never. The Red Man’s bed is his own Dog Cave and Spike knows it’s Off Limits. Evidently he doesn’t understand what Off Limits means. He will rue the day. Rue, rue, rue your boat gently down the stream…
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily. Life is but a dream.
Exactly my point.
Get me outta here Percy…I need to stir up a little Rue for that crazy Spike.