When I went in to visit Bud tonight, I saw that he was all packed up and ready to move out of town. You could say I’m neutral about his decision; I didn’t particularly want him out, but I didn’t particularly want him to stay, either. So I’m fine with it.
Static was outside talking about germs. He said some germs might be crawling in my nose right now. That may be true, but why are you worrying about what’s up my nose?
Twiggy was in her house, thinking out loud about what kind of parties she could throw. She couldn’t come up with any good ideas.
Near my windmill, I noticed an accidental patch of pink roses.
I saw a shark fin in the ocean (or so I thought), and I fished it out. It actually turned out to be an ocean sunfish. Still a nice catch, though. Four thousand bells isn’t bad.
