The rocks and ice enter into dialogue:
Ice: "You're shedding your white cloak dear rock."
Rock: "Have you looked at yourself. Your edges are frayed."
The glasses simply sat down to rest. They envied Maharba's spectacles.
When the sponge said, "I'm green grass,"
the mustard said , "I'll pose for you."
Then a cracker entered, "I'm waiting," it said, "for a spread."
And last of all —I asked a friend who teaches Chinese Brush Painting at the Museum of Fine Arts to write a message to Demitri. It says "Beautiful Photographs." I so enjoyed his photos of the Chinese New Year.
The message also applies to the whole blog.
