Jib here.
I am bored. Kite is bored. Sailor is, well, asleep.
Mom is entering a writing contest. That means she is writing. She is writing and writing.
She doesn't have time to play with me. She doesn't have time to play with Kite. She doesn't have time to kiss Sailor.
We are bored.
Maybe if we all barked....
2 comments:
Good luck, my winning friend.
What kind of writing contest are you entering? I'm so glad your still here!!!! I was afraid everyone would be gone!
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