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Well, flying in anything in such a weather is highly overrated, as the necessity to go to work. I tried to talk the hut into carrying me there, but it is a singularly stubborn chicken leg hut, and it said plainly that it wouldn’t be bothered to move out anywhere. Oh, well.

My mean consort is out exercising his meanness, and I am having breakfast. The problem with my eating habits (as I really hate the word “diet”) is that I love what I eat. And I eat what I love, which is why I have only the most inedible things as friends and pets. Strangely, it has never been a problem with the mean consort – but he really is a poisonous one. Anyway, I am enjoying a cup of coffee and two cutest little frogs for my breakfast.

That’s all for now… gotta flying!