“Henceforth, any stuffed animal wishing to leave the Papizan Chair must have a travel visa, authorized by me!”
--Mommy, cranky at the mess of stuffed animals sprawling across her floor.
“You have opened a hole there, Gail. Eric will walk up to you with a piece of paper saying, 'Sign this! Mr. Alligator needs to go upstairs!'”
--My neighbor, P., about the travel visa story.
“...Draconian measures...”
“...Feel like criminal terrorist suspects...”
“...Sever diplomatic relations...”
“...Rescind most favored trade status...”
“...Babysitting strike...”
--Angry snippets of conversation emanating from the Papizan Parliament. I suspect dragons Reggie and Eustace, particularly, of murmuring about the Travel Visa crisis.
“...One day the dragon sneezed in the woods and caught the trees on fire!” [Page turn]
“The dragon ran to the nearest house. He knocked and the Three Bears answered.” [Page turn]
“'Help!' cried the fiery dragon, 'A tree is on fire!' Quickly the Three Bears grabbed a bucket of--”
[Pause]
“Danny, what do you think the Bears grabbed? Water? I bet you're right. [Page turn]
“Oatmeal???” [Mommy cleans her glasses] [Danny giggles] “Yes, it says here they grabbed a bucket of oatmeal and rushed to smother the flames with their breakfast porridge!”
--Mommy, “reading” Danny like a book. A “page turn” means folding him in half briefly.
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