Big Top by Rob Harrell for December 10, 2005
Dusty: Wink? Waht are you doing out of your room? Wink: That's it. No more hibernating. I thought it would be this glorious winter of just sleeping and eating in bed. But I was wrong. So terribly wrong. It became a prison of my own making. Dusty: It was the crumbs in the bed, wasn't it? Wink: I felt like I was being slowly breaded.