Toby thinks you must be joking. You can't possibly mean to wear that with those and god, what have you done to your - well okay. Fine. As long it makes you happy and as long as you walk Toby before he pees on those dreadful shoes. Yes, just do that first and then take your strange new whatever they call it  kind of outfit to a dark bar lacking little dogs that know just a bit more about fashion than you do.

[this is in no way a reflection of you, filled, but that dog's face is wonderful and I think he might be judging me, ha ha]

The pumpkin was pretty sure that six year old Timmy was not a real surgeon and he certainly was not legally allowed to perform a lobotomy!

The most beautiful thing in the world is a tiger that is okay with having spots.

He reckons the sun misses him too. After all, sometimes it dims it's light until even the moon can be seen in a clear blue sky. Perhaps this is the sun's way of trying to see what the other stars get to see: the gloams that roam through the long nights.

He wonders if the sun knows how much he appreciates the try, how sometimes he will cling to the shadows of some tall builiding still bathed in the dim light of waking dawn just so he can get a peek at the earth's star.

A glimpse. That is all, and then he is pulled back to the realm where daylight does not kiss the earth that is poured over by the shadow people. Where daylight does not even exist.

And he sighs, waits patient but with a heavy heart for another try, another night, another dawn.