Eddy walked to the center of the room, eyes wide and head twisting every which way at once in an attempt to get it all in. "Plastic? Rules? No Touching?"
Dropping his muddy bag on the reproduction rug, he exclaimed. "Holy Moly! It's just like living at Grandma's!"
The plastic-covered chairs especially scored a sour look. Eddy hated those - they squeaked when you sat on them. Walking up to one, Eddy kicked it with his muddy shoe, dislodging dirt blobs that splattered on thel lower portion o the plastic and nearby flooring.
__________________ Ivan Callistus: Optimistic Oblivious Obliviator If only all mistakes could be obliviated... |