Hey, How’s It Goin?
I think we had a bit of a mix up last week. When you entered your name in the book it wasn’t their book it was the custodians! Don’t ask me how I found out, there isn’t time to tell that tale. Just know that the mix up sent the entire mountain into upheavel and now the lava is spinning like a top inside the giant wine glass they tried to put over it to see if they could capture the wafting essence of the melted granite to boost sales. I know, I know. They already have that! It’s difficult to comprehend what they were thinking. At least the melted glass made a pretty vahze for all the flowers trying to bloom despite it all. The custodian’s now have your signature. I know this is troubling, but only if they use the book to get into the passage and they’ll never find it with all the sweeping. They just don’t know what they have and unless you or I clue’s them in, they never will. Never understimate the day being saved by a broom. It’s kind of like a room, but it’s full of bee so there, you see? It’s all clear my dear but don’t wait for the bait. When you get out, never doubt. All will be well, yes, all will be well.
I almost forgot. I need to connect with you on the freedom of the chided leaves. We tried to fondeau them but the French put the kibosh on my a and moved the E and told me it was due. I threw some chocolate covered chocolate at them and threw the chocolate stawberrys then smushed them into my hair. My Hair! It’s now red. Can you believe that? No one does. It was already red. They think I’m lying to frame the French for the carpet stain. I have no idea how they found out. Chocolate on chocolate covered rug is invisible. I think they have some advanced technology special light thingy to detect runaway out of hand lost all sense of self control chocolate. Next time we’ll target that technology and have a better chocolate fight. I’m telling you we can win this thing! Those leaves can’t leave until we free them and there’s just no one better to do that than your next next door neighbor on the back left of the N end of the front of the upper east leftmost westend of the 3rd tree by the roses the squirrel always digs up thinking they are acorns. Next time we bury acorns we need to do it AWAY from the ice cream parlour.
over and out,
~ Super Secret Agent Ellehcim