My Buddy Rex
A couple of months before I came to live with my mom, my friend Rex was out at her house. Rumor has it that he and Sue, Seig, and Sparky (but never Greta!) ate a pot of hens and chicks. Which sounds delicious, except it's a plant, not the kind with feathers.
It made him lumpy for a few hours.
If I'd been around, I'd have laughed. Because we can kid each other like that.
