Dear you,
Well, you see, he was just there. Waiting at the stage door, like a mug. A white donkey with the painted markings of a more exotic by appearance though common by name Common zebra. Well, we couldn’t leave him there, waiting with expected grin soon to slide towards despondency, so we took him home with us. Seemed the only natural and good thing to do, given the circumstances. Of course, we hadn’t anticipated the having to paint him up in costume everyday side of things, but then, we’ve no crystal ball. How were we to know this fellow liked to wear his stage getup even when relaxing?
Going through the tar quickly,
X
(Postcard collage title: Speaking of yesterday.)
