Finding Nemo…

Thumby and myself babaganoushed down the fire-escape, bonded hands and skipped to the theater where, as always, we sauntered in and no one noticed. What a wondidfull movie! The miniscular bell, that Thumby recently affixed to my tail, tingalingalings with joy!

But imagine my chastegrin and how my whiskers hokey-pokeyed when I read the news that humans are suddenly purchasing Clownfish by the swampload! Did they not, ahem, cough cough, ack, uck, dear reader, forget it… I can’t do donuts around this right now. I’m too rubbernecked. Suffice to say that once again humans have missed the point.