Now if I could write poetry like some people I know, I would write an ode to Night and compare it to a stack of black cats.

It wouldn't sound so pretty as your description, but it would be nearer the truth." "Well, cats or queens, it doesn't make any difference what you call it," said the Little Colonel, "it's the stupidest night I evah saw.

I wish something would happen.

It seems ages since we have done anything lively.

Now that we are ovah the measles it's wastin' time to be sittin' heah so poky and stupid.