This week, we're reaching ever deeper into the now-mythical Archive Selects folder, nearly having to stand on a chair to grasp the clusters of Moderately Confused, Monty and Nancy squirreled away near the bottom.
Thankfully, we've always relished the taste of milk, and as a result, our muscles and bones have grown sinewy and strong, respectively. Next week, we might need an apple box or the sturdy density of a stuffed Ziggy doll on which to boost ourselves, but today, all we needed was our iron will and luxuriously long tiptoes.
Some folks think it's disgusting that our tiptoes are nearly as long as fingers, but we figure those folks are just jealous of the nice things we can afford with all the loose change we pick up without bending over. Now, who wants to race to the top of that tree?
Woo! We did it. Next week: more of the same, except entirely different! Oh no, now bear is driving! How can this be?!