SO I SOUGHT THE SKILLS A PSYCHIC ADVISOR TO DETERMINE IF I SHOULD ALLOW MY TURTLE, MUSE TO RUN FOR PRESIDENT ON THE REPUBLICAN TICKET!
HER FORECAST WAS INDETERMINATE DUE TO THE OCCASION THAT MUSE WAS HUNGRY AND FOR THE ENTIRE HOUR ONLY CRICKETS AND MEAL-WORMS WOULD APPEAR IN HER CRYSTAL BALL...
ON THE RETURN TRIP I WAS KEEN TO FEED MY TURTLE A COULD OF HOURS EARLIER THING ING TO CALM HER TEMPERAMENT. IT WAS A SUCCES! MUSE WAS SO RELAXED THAT THE CRYSTAL BALL NOW SHONE IMAGES OF A COOL GREEN POND REPLETE WITH MINNOWS, INSECTS AND A SHADY HIDING SPOT DEEP UNDER THE ROCKS AND MUD.
YES! I SIGHED, MY BELOVED MUSE IS ALREADY WELL SUITED TO BE A REPUBLICAN PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE, WHY SHE'S ALREADY COMFORTABLE LURKING IN THE DIM, SLIMY RECESSES OF THE DEEP!
BIGDADDY BLUES
