Croci, Worms, and Things About I

Bonjour, it's jovial, jocular, jolly old me!  How happy you must be to hear or see my words again, as you have long been deprived of my gracious speeches. Do not fear, I shall attempt to provide all with more posts in the near future. Thank you for your applause. ;^)

That's Billy, he's just great, the only bad thing about him is that somebody taught him how to fight with light sabers and now you have watch out because if he has a light saber he'll whack you when you're not looking. Quite painful.

And by the way Curly (that big black furry thing) had his 4th (I think) birthday on February 28. A very happy birthday, in my opinion, though I never was able to get him to give his opinion on the subject. Curly never does talk much, except to bark at newcomers. He must be a rather thoughtful, silent fellow, I think. But now he's an old man at the great age of four.

And my crocuses bloomed! They're all dead for the year now, of course, owing to the recent snow, but I thought their brief appearance quite exciting. I feel just as thought the man in Norman Rockwell's painting, Crocuses, does.

There's the horse, happy, and quite healthy, I believe. So you know what has gone on with each of our pets. Except that I am thinking of procuring for myself a planarian, which if I choose to do so I shall catch myself, and if I get one it will probably be named Sir William or Lady Elena. And if I get one I shall say so. Goodbye.

Adieu,

Lady Clara, Duchess of Frying Pans.