Good morning! First, I’ll show a glorious tulip on this Greek Easter Sunday:
“That’s a lovely tulip, Francis. I suppose I better get out of bed and get breakfast. . .”
That’s a smart move, Tux. It looks like the place settings are going fast:
“So when do you think they’ll open the front pasture, Francis?”
Oh, it doesn’t much matter to me, Bart, as you know. . .
I just slip under any time I want. 🐴