Spotty woke me up during my afternoon snoozle.
He says ascitedly that there's an iddly party going on in Cave 8 in the evening. and all are welcome.
i told Spots that we lions don't go without an invitation. we got pride.
he was upset and said it was ages since he had iddlies and buttermilk and he could swallow his pride (pun not intended) for a batch of steaming iddlies.
so i asks him: what about the dress code?
Spotty: what dress code? can't we like just go as we are?
Me: AS WE ARE! (i said in shock)
They could throw us out, you donkey!
Then i says: sorry for calling you a donkey. (although you don't even deserve that).
Judging from their tone and mannerisms, them lions sound like pretty uppity lions.
Spotty: Uppity? how come?
Me: Judging from the trash they throw out, like you know, dark chocolate wrappers, they could be an uppity pride of lions. They might expect everyone to come wearing spotless white, ironed, starched kaupinams!
Spotty: Mineses is a rag, and i've like forgotten how to wear it!
Well, i have sent Spotty out to check with the polar bears in Cave 6 about the dinner dress code.
see ya later, alligator.
July 9, 2007 10:06 PM
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