Is it a bird?
IS IT A PLANE?
I know, I know... I know what you're thinkin'. You're thinkin', it's gonna be Superman. Am I right or am I right? I know that was what you were thinkin'.
And do you know somethin', my friends?
If that's what you were thinkin', you would be wrong about that.
Okay, so I may have possibly misled you.
Kinda. Sorta. Maybe.
Yeah, I might have misled you a bit. You know, on account of what I'm talkin' about bein' neither bird nor plane like. Nothin' bird nor plane like at all!
But I DID have a legitimate question at paw.
Just not the question I asked above, is all.
What I probably should have asked is...
WHAT THE MOUSES IS WRONG WITH THE PEEP NOW?
It's just allergies.
Yup, that's what she said.
Said... Sniffled... Snorted... Whatever.
There was snifflin', my friends. There was coughin' and sneezin', too, not to mention the blowin' of the nose.
But you know the peep.
It's just allergies. The winter air is dry and I must have breathed in a little dust.
So it wasn't a bird and it wasn't a plane.
But it wasn't allergies, either.
My friends, the peep has managed to go and catch herself one of her famous full-blown doozies of a cold. She only gets one every few years.
But when she does...
Stand back, or one of her sneezes might blow you away.
Gosh darn it, the phone's ringin'. That'll be the Canadian National Seismograph Network... AGAIN. I'm tellin' ya, every time ol' Peepers sneezes, they call. Every time! They've called like nine hundred and ninety-nine times already this mornin'! Apparently her sneezin' is settin' off seismographs ALL OVER THE PLACE.