Yes, dear reader. Today I found evidence of even greater skullduggery. Inwas about to descend into the pit when I found a mysterious receptacle at the entrance. A wastebasket!
Yes! Inspecting the wastebasket, what did I find? I'll tell you. First, a post office receipt describing the dispatch of a box of cookies. Accompanying said receipt, a card thanking Him and Her for their thoughful gift.
What's going on here? Am I the victim of a nefarious plot? And the postman? He is seemingly in on it as well.
Poor Mustard! Have I sent him on a fool's errand? To his demise, or whaterver.
Guilt and misgivings abound.
And by the way, those stupid flippers don't fit. They are going back.
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