Tonight I told Puff about the pending arrival of Mittens.
“We’re getting a WHAT?” he seemed to say. “I think I feel the pending arrival of poop in your shoe.”
“Or perhaps the sock yarn. Yes, yes, that’s it. Put the kitten down or the sock yarn gets it.”
“I say, could you please remove the protective plastic wrapping?”
Also, Clapotis! Frogged, recast, and reworked with fewer repeats widthwise.