Thread:1033Forest/@comment-26521507-20200101131448/@comment-26521507-20200107020407

Nora: This is out of control! The stories, are frantic, cause of their constant antic. Yuh! Or should I say... yuh-ikes!

(I approach with an exasperated look as Haley leaves)

Me: Hi, I’m Jack, and I’m tired! I’m overworked, and underpaid!

Nora: Oh, no...

Me: First you've got me jumping over CANDLESTICKS that are on FIRE. Then I'm climbing huge BEANSTALKS and getting chased by GIANTS! THEN, you've got me climbing up steep hills and fetching pails of water. And then you've got me sitting in a corner pulling plums out of pies! Has anyone considered that I'm not sure I likes plums, and I don’t even eat pies?