Saturday, May 12, 2012

Vacation Time

Our intrepid Possum is in the mood to be someplace else, and so are we. The question is, Where?

Possum prays for a trip to France, where he heard one can buy
 little dead, plucked birds with their heads still on.

Possum, upon realizing he doesn't have a passport.

Wendy and Snalbert are perfectly happy here and would be perfectly unhappy elsewhere.

1 comment:

  1. French Hens? Such Onwee, hahameow...Tell Possum to listen to this song by Cheryl Wheeler called My Cat Accountant! It'll make both of you smile, especially when you hear what he does to beetles and what he gets from France!


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