You reminded me of our trip to Colorado. It had been raining heavily but was not at the time. We had to go up a hill and followed a big truck that made a path for us. We got to the top and hit the pavement and it started pouring again.
I wouldn’t want to be there when he lets go.
Not yet, anyway.
I thought “the mouse” only has 3 fingers, if I recall correctly.
Uh oh, first spat.
Maybe it just means he’ll go to the next grade or level.
Better’n what we’ve got now I think.
Now you know why Andy didn’t want her mother there.