Seriously
silly.✳

A light snack. It was saving room for a heavy shower.

“Next time, use a bookmark—not a barbecue.”

To the other end of its shell. It was moving house.

It wanted to grow a little more space.

“I’m a hill with big plans.”

It was trying not to become a full moon.

Somewhere it can finally put its feet up. All eight of them.

It drew its own conclusions. Then it colored them in.

To let everyone know it had landed butter-side up.

They couldn’t find a matching date.

“Just a small eruption, please. I’m sitting indoors.”

It kept waving goodbye with the hand holding the suitcase.

Someone said there would be seconds, and it already had plenty.

“Excellent at being over everyone’s head.”

It had already poured everything into the first number.

Its tail was still in the next street.

“Another quiet day. Still on the fence about tomorrow.”

It already knew where all the little squares should go.

It got held up. For most of the afternoon.

One, zero, one, zero… It never gets very far.

Warm, with a chance of croutons.

It had been staring for ages and thought it should say hello.

For proof that something had finally been colder than its feet.

A few stretches, then it seals the deal.