The Demise of the Great Pink Thing
Well, we’re back! The only person who commented on whether or not to let The Pink Thing live suggested letting it live a few days longer. We liked that idea, but we wanted The Pink Thing’s last days to be really special! So we packed our bags and headed off on a world tour to The Pink Thing’s favorite places.
I wonder if you’ve noticed just how many Venetian gondoliers wear scarves? Although none of them are pink, fluffy, and sparkly, The Pink Thing felt a particular attatchment to the place.
In Hawaii, The Pink Thing relished its machine washability by big-wave surfing and not even shrinking in the drier.
The Pink Thing wanted to go to the Irish countryside to see sheep, from whom he feels connected to. (The delusional thing seems to believe it’s pure wool, when we all know it’s just acrylic.)
But all Pink Things must come to an end, and so it was time for the frogging.
But not today. I’m too jetlagged. Maybe tomorrow.