"Not anytime! Only when it's fffunny!"

But no matter what you do, something keeps happening. The paper breaks in two when you try to 'snap' it open. The pot slips off the tray and goes through a desperate juggling act as you and Fred try to avoid having a puddle of scalding hot liquid on the floor. When it breaks anyway, you wind up doing a lively little dance to keep your paws out of the mess, then knock your heads together as you try to clean it up.

In short, you're a riot.

Things don't get any better when you go to bed, as your mattress sinks down into a "U" shape, leaving you about an inch off the floor. You can only hope that things will improve the next day.

Comes the dawn ...

Written by Wanderer

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