Hey Peepers, you think you could get off your stupid, lazy ol' tail and rake some of those leaves out on the driveway?
Hmmm.... She isn't answerin' me. Wonder if it's 'cause I said she had a tail.
So anyway, fall is here in Nova Scotia and the leaves on the trees are changin' colours like mad. Yup, leaves that were once green are now red, orange, gold, and brown. Looks quite pretty out there, it does. Yup, looks quite pretty, for sure.
But do you know what else those leaves are doin', my friends? What they're doin' other than lookin' pretty, I mean.
They're fallin'. Yup, they're fallin' right down to the ground.
Guess that's why they call it fall.
The driveway is just about covered with 'em now, and Peepers needs to get out there and do some rakin'. If she doesn't rake soon, I won't be able to even see the driveway for all of those leaves, and this is a problem of great magnitude, for sure. You see...
Well firstly, the neighbours are probably 'bout to complain.
Secondly, I'm about to complain, too, and my complaints take precedence over those of the neighbours, to be sure.
And why am I about to start complainin', you ask?
WELL 'CAUSE I'M SICK AND TIRED OF HEARIN' SAFFRON COMPLAININ' HE CAN'T PLAY ACORN HOCKEY OUT THERE ON ACCOUNT OF ALL OF THOSE STUPID OL' LEAVES.
And what's more...
What's more, have you ever gone to lie on a warm sunny driveway right in the middle of the bestest of the best sunpuddles you ever did see only to find that not only was that sunpuddle not warm - on account of leaves not holdin' the heat like black asphalt does - but it was actually cold and wet from a bunch of soggy ol' leaves?
Well let me tell you somethin', my friends, NO kitty wants to think they're about to enjoy the bestest of the best sunpuddles only to find he has to go right back inside to have a good wash and get all dried off.
No, it didn't happen to me. Happened to Saffron, though, and not only did I have to listen to all the complaints 'bout his not bein' able to play acorn hockey out there; but I had to listen to him complainin' about his fur gettin' all messed up, and the sunpuddle bein' so disappointin', too.
It was unbearable, for sure.
My havin' to listen to all Saffy's complaints, I mean. The fact that his fur got all messed up is of absolutely no consequence to me.
Remember to mask up, too.
It's a travesty, Seville.ReplyDelete
I hope the peeps get raking soon. :) XOReplyDelete
No acorn hockey? And no warm driveway sunpuddles to enjoy? MOUSES! That is a seriously serious situation, Sivvers!ReplyDelete
Acorn Hockey does sound like fun Seville, ya better help with the rakin'!ReplyDelete
Oh, dear, the world is bad out there, eh? Not many leaves are down here, just yet...give it time! They'll be soggy, too, as its been rainy since Tuesday.ReplyDelete
Nothing worse than listening to the room mate complaining. Well, there is and thats having to complain oneself. What you needs, is an automated leaf blower. Not the hurricane sort. That way the peep could switch it on and blow them leavers all out of NS. Or at least into next door.ReplyDelete