Then came a peacock of all things, with all its eyeball type wings. Of course Betsy was wise enough to stick in the cat, unlike dumb Pat. So at least number two scored some points with me. But still it is not enough for me at bush number three.
Finally came the ghost who would not make a very scary haunting host. But that is neither here nor there as once more Pat neglected me at our lair. What they hell? This is just not swell. Maybe I should give him a pringle can surprise and then he would get wise.
Hmm but what is to come? Could it be something about my little rhyming bum? Hmm looks like it could be and that would make me, number four. I should have been number one but I guess I'll forgive Pat at our shore. For in a little while the fourth one will run the mile. Once more published with Wayman Publishing at my sea and it's all about Cassie and me. Isn't that neat? Almost makes your heart skip a beat.
Experience spring, have a fling.