Peanuts by Charles Schulz for June 21, 1987

Transcript:

Spike walks along the desert with a slip of paper in his hand.<BR><BR> He lies on the ground on his stomach, writing a letter on a rock. He writes,"Dear Dad, Thinking of you on Father's day."<BR><BR> He walks along with a box in his hands. He writes,"Yesterday i created a new recipe."<BR><BR> He sits with a stick in his hands, poking at the numerous marshmallows that are stuck to spines of the cactus. He writes,"I called it 'Toasted Marshmallows on a Cactus'."<BR><BR> He jumps as the cactus and marshmallows go up in flames. He writes,"It didn't work out so well..."<BR><BR> He sits by a small fire, holding a lone marshmallow on a stick over it. He writes,"I'm wondering if I couldn't try the same thing with hot dogs."<BR><BR> He sits propped up by a rock writing. He writes,"Anyway, Happy Father's Day. Your loving son, Spike." "P.S. Please send me some..hot dogs."<BR><BR>