 Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
Patroclus flitted up to the door, and noticing the post-it, flitted away to the patch of grass.
Seeing the luch grass, Patroclus had teh greatest urge to kick off his shoes, and wiggle his toes in the greenery, pushing the temptation to the side just for a moment, Patroclus greeted the Professor, "Good Day to you, Professor Dodson!" the phrase sound much more formal than intended, some Patroclus continued so to make it more informal, "the grass looks wicked comfortable!" |