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wag your tail
Daylight shrinks as autumn creeps.
Moonlight illuminates an after dinner leg stretch.
Thalia sings a song from the kid’s childhood. “Here’s the maaaaaaail — it nehhh-vrr — fails — c’mon Henny wag yooooooore tail —”
Nia flips through the retrieved. “That’s not how the song goes. What’s this?”
“It has to be for us…. look at that picture…” Even in the dark Cal detects a sweet treat. She flips the card over and, with aid from the post light, reads, “An end of summer watermelon popsicle — to SHARE with the muses.”
Nią peers over Cal’s shoulder. “Sent all the way from Germany — to melt our hearts.”
“Sometimes,” said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”