September 6, 2018

White Dog sniffed. "Wow, those smell SO much better since dad laundered them!"

"What are you talking about?" Opal challenged. "They lost all of their character and ripeness and tasty allure. All of their stories about surviving storms and having birds poop on them and staying up all night have been sudsed away. Now, they are just TOYS!"

Zso came in and whispered in Opal's ear. "You are right, Sister!" Opal responded. "NOW we are just going to have to take them all BACK outside!"