I have felt like the troll under the bridge, waiting for someone to trip-trop overhead, like the three billy goats all name Gruff. My father used to read the fairy tale to my sister and me and he made the best noises and voices, completely different for each character. Do you know the story?
http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/type0122e.html#gruff
Barbie (we must use her given name now, Barbette) and I would poke him and climb around him or jump on him to get him to make those funny noises. Just a few months ago we regressed to play one of our favorite tricks...we would each grab one of his stocking feet and tie a knot in his socks at the toe. He grimaced and growled and squeaked and roared, the same as when we were little, and we laughed hard at our triumph, both socks firmly knotted at the toe.
Well, a lovely person is coming to trip-trop over my bridge and I am going to emerge and enjoy some sunshine and splashing and good company. There will be lunch of treats made from the garden plenty. It would be just silly to miss this chance! Already the days are short enough that we need lights on when we get up for work. It is always a bad sign when I am reading with one eye closed, reading and computer fatigued.
I hear the trip-trop now and I am off to play.
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