Those 70ish Girls

With Beastertown all in a fluster, the shining crown was losing it’s luster.

Easter Sunday would soon be here. When would the Easter eggs appear?

The streets of Beastertown were bare. There was no bustling here nor there.

(For goodness sakes…Didn’t they read the book?)

Mayor Beasterhop strolled outside. He knew he must forgo his pride.

There was no use getting all emotional. The tiny house transfer was non-negotiable.

Mrs. Beasterhop said, “You might find this surprising, but I’m cool with downsizing!”

“I’m tired of hoeing carrots and lettuce. We need not let this move upset us.”

Mayor Beasterhop looked at his dear, Bunny. Was she serious or being funny?

He said, “What about Beastertown? The city with the shining crown?

I’ve tried to talk to every rabbit. But move?…They just won’t have it!”

Mrs. Beasterhop smiled.

“Do you fear you’ll take a spill, if you ride your bike up Beasterhop Hill?”

To be continued…

Kip watching the progress on the RV Port.

I’m still just visiting at the factory. They will be moving me onto the lot, Thursday or Friday

 

Backslash up in the kitchen…ceiling light and fan in living room

Paper towel holder on sale for $3…I didn’t get it!