Well, they're saying that March came in like a lamb
and it's going to go out like a lamb.
Maybe so.
In my opinion, March sat around like a constipated toad on a stump.
It was miserable.
It was moody.
Oh wait.
Maybe that was me.
Anywho....
Day 87.
Another unhealthy dose of the usual doom and gloom.
And...
Today is Flat Stanley's last day here.
He has to hop on the mail truck so he can be back to school by Monday.
He got a little on the wild side today and joined in on the duck rodeo.
Never trust a duck with horns.
Then things quieted down a little when he decided to read
Beautiful Butterflies by Sue Whiting and Stuart Martin
Very pretty book with glittery butterflies.
Time to go.
Bye Stanley.
Come back again sometime.
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