…And then the Tyrannosaurus stepped off its unicycle and blared, “You shall not pass!” – and Christmas was finally over.
I live for the day someone stumbles upon this blog after googling the phrase above. The exact phrase.
In the meantime, our little corner of the world marches back from Russia in the coldest days of winter, and wanders past Pluto with a golden record and no phonograph, ventures into the forest during a lightning storm. And there’s a fin in the water.