Good morning, everyone, and welcome to another Saturday of the news as presented by the drunken squirrels who spy upon us all. It's fine. It's perfectly fine. I remain Miss Lydia Bennet, here to read said notes to the best of my ability given the squirrels' atrocious handwriting.
Let's begin, shall we, with the
school, where
Relax and Chill took naps, whilst
Galactic Tourism visited Hoth, which is so cold
Mr. Rand complained. Dr. Blake talked with his
First Aid students about what to do when the situation is rather unexpected.
We've no notes for the
dormitory; the porg and I have talked about this; on to the
town, where Miss Zarrin was I'm sure hard at work at
Plant Parenthood, whilst at
Turtle & Canary a celebration of some sport with a soft ball was ongoing. At
the Trooper Station, Detective Watts was confronted by quite a lot of oranges, and
Mr. Grant planned to take some of them home with him after luncheon. At her warehouse,
Miss Skywalker was likewise faced with a plague of round objects, but hers were not delicious oranges but rather "ping pong balls," which are apparently plastic, and which she warned
Dean Skywalker of, lest he slip and fall and break a hip. Lastly,
Mr. McGarrett was at his home looking for food, which I should certainly hope he has, and
Mr. Williams wanted to discuss his activity levels. Apparently Mr. McGarrett was upset he was not chosen for Dean Skywalker's Wednesday madness, and I cannot imagine why. I'm not sure I shall ever get the stains out of that dress, and that's with magic.
That is the last of my notes, dear listeners, so I shall bid you farewell until next week. Remember: avoid the park on Wednesdays if you value your clothing!