The sun fades. The twilight grows. The sky melts into pale, hazy, blue, pink. The last rays shoot over the roof onto the branches of the wide spread maple tree. I sit on my white folding chair watching them run, crouch, chase in circles around the apple trees. It is The Bunny Hour. I see… Continue reading The Bunny Hour
Who hasn't wanted to grab two fistfuls of food and swing upside down from the cafeteria salad bar while you stuff your face? What? No one? Yeah. Me neither. But, Winston the Squirrel loves to ride his gravy train like a spinning disco ball in the middle of a Prince song! A few weeks ago,… Continue reading This Squirrel’s Gonna Party Like It’s 1999!