I was heading to a meeting yesterday, when spring arrived in glorious gold. Warm rays beamed across blue sky.
Professor Wilson skipped up to me, flapping a placard. “Quick! Sunbathe!”
“Hello Professor. How are you?”
“Skin out, sister!”
Wilson tugged my leg. “Pleeeease.”
I tilted my face to the sun. Wilson jumped on my back. He gave me a big monkey hug, which I rather enjoyed.
So keen, he is, to solve the pregnancy puzzle.