Rose par la lys rose

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I miss my sister since she moved to the city. Apparently, a life that revolves around butter was not what she wanted anymore after the passing of her Charlie. Everyone loved her here in St Olaf. They called her the Dancing Fool. Had she stayed, I am sure she would have eventually won Large Curd Cottage Cheese Queen. The town’s biggest honor. Well, for humans. For chicken, it’s of course playing the Ebenezer Scrooge in the all-chicken cast production of “A Christmas Carol”. That role was actually given to the chicken who once saved her life.

I’m sad she left. I wish she was here, and we could play a game of Guggenspritzer or Ugel and Flugel like when we were kids. When I am sad, I miss my grandmother. She was so good at cheering us up by taking of her dentures and put the aquarium with water in her mouth. She’d then hold a flashlight under her chin so we could see the shadow of the fish, swinging from cheek to cheek.

Larry misses you too, Rose. For a one-eyed pig, he sure had good vision as he notices your picture on the entrance wall. He always wag his cute little pig-tail. Well. He was always. We actually ate him last week. He tasted just like you’d think. Pairs well with Eggs Geflufen.

Oh well, as they say in St Olaf, "helderberlderflergen-nursurblrgen!"