ten degree swing
“It was like…like…a breath of fresh air!” said Urania.
“Does using the word like twice make breath of fresh air a metaphor…when it was a breath of fresh air?” Calliope squinted.
“Too much grammar speak makes muses dull girls,” said Thalia. “Five above today…up from five below yesterday…and we got in a short walk…ahhhhhhh…like, like a stroll through the park.”
“Nice try Tal…but don’t you think crackerdog’s antics…leaping through the air, lunging for the leash handle, and sometimes snagging a mitten contradicts stroll through a park?” asked Calliope.
“Not really…because you know crackerdog performs the same acrobatics when we stroll in the park…c’mon! You know we love and appreciate Henny’s joie de vivre,” Thalia replied.
“We do,” Urania nodded. “We do indeed.”
“Wasn’t it a breath of fresh air…what the man said on a recent Zoom call?” asked Calliope.
“What’s that Cal?” asked Thalia.
“That he has taught his children to wake up and express gratitude for the day ahead…to consider their role in making it a great day,” Calliope replied.
“Taking responsibility…can make all the difference in a life,” added Urania.
“Now what are we going to do?” asked Calliope.
“Hmmm…we’ve got a few things up our sleeves…let’s start with giving Henny a good scratch…,”
“…a great place to begin.”