Minding One’s Manners

There was only 1 way Loney would be able to enter the puffy, milky-white thought cloud rising from Kip’s noggin:

He’d have to dance.

So he spun his legs round like tank treads & popped his head up & down like a Wiffle ball.

Suddenly, he found himself spinning in the air & shrinking as he was sucked into Kip’s thought balloon as if in a tractor beam.

Once inside, he put his hands to his mouths & announced:

“¡Kip! Your lima beans are ready. For god’s sake, ¡eat them ‘fore they get cold, man!”


Dancer, Notify, Thought