Oh, my goodness, now that it is finally my turn, I can�t think of anything to say! My little puffy blue feet are just dancing and prancing and wanting to hop all over the keys, but my head is empty. Ms. Mary would tell me the cat has gotten my tongue. Why? My tongue is right here in my mouth. And we don�t have any cats in this family, except for Mystique but he says lions are different from cats so we still say we don�t have any cats here -- and, anyway, he wouldn�t take my tongue even if he thought he was a cat. And what difference would it make if some cat did take my tongue? I�m talking with my feet! That�s a little zebra joke. I hope you liked it. Did you think it was funny, too?
I guess I did think of something to say, didn�t I? Ms. Mary says I can be quite the chatterbox at times. What�s a chatterbox? I saw the box Mr. Smoky arrived in from Vermont. So, I guess I know what a box is. What�s a chatter? And why does it need a box?
I came here from Boston. I came in a big brown envelope instead of a box. I�m not big enough to need a box. It was kind of a bumpy ride and I couldn�t see anything, so I tried to do a lot of sleeping. There wasn�t anybody to talk to, either. Next time I�m on an airplane, I want to sit by the window and see how far up we are. Ms. Mary says airplanes fly way high up above the clouds. How high up is way high up? Have you ever traveled in a big brown envelope?
When Ms. Mary carried the envelope out of the post office, she couldn�t wait to get home to see what was in it. The sun almost blinded me when she pulled me out. And then she kissed me smack on the mouth and I decided right then and there that I was going to like living in California.
It was Ms. Tara who put me in the envelope and sent me to California. That makes me sort of a brother to TaraBear because she came from Massachusetts, too, except that she went to Florida with Ms. Tara and then went to California with Ms. Mary. So TaraBear got here almost five months before I did. She says she is a quiet one because I talk enough for the both of us. Do I?
Ms. Mary let me use the computer to send Ms. Tara a letter telling her about my trip and that I was here and okay. Ms. Tara wrote back and called me �Mr. Vegas� so that is where the �Mr.� came from.
My little puffy blue feet are getting tired now, so I need to go take a nap. Quackers says that when I�m sleeping I�m a zzzzzzzzzebra. That�s another joke. But that�s a duck joke, not a little zebra joke, because she thought of it first.
I guess the cat really didn�t get my tongue after all, did it? How does it do that? Does it put it back?