Parents, talk to your children about hide-and-seek.
On this eventful day, we mourn summer, live of terror of multiple tropical storms and brain-eating amoebae, fear the desertification of our cherished urban areas, and speculate on the dietary habits of Martians, the insincerity of hurricane models, and the mastication systems of sea life.
The passengers on the falling fireball of a plane were comparatively chill about it.
At my own beach, I’m not generally expected to tow my master to shore, but dogs have their own idea of fun, I guess.
Little ingrates never write or call, either, but they always seem to make time for that plague-ridden forest.