It was Thursday so I had breakfast with a lion.
'MMM. Nuh one nee'bix please,' the lion said, examining a smudge on its polka dot tights.
'Do lions eat Weetabix?' By which I meant- are you sure you're a lion?
This prompted head scratching and a rumpled brow: whereupon the lion became a wolf, a howling wolf, who taught us all to howl.
(With a full moon scheduled this made so much more sense.)
A wolf does like a Weetabix, it seems; and making spiders from shadows and baking cakes.
|We made the first cake out of a magnetic construction kit.|