Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 19, 2017

You can bunk with me as long as you don’t snore.

Ah, the pathos of a harsh winter in F.A. land is so unbearable.

Personally, I suggest finding a nice house with an outdoor, heated spa.

See Spot, see Spot run….

Have more positiveness.

Poor Poor Pitiful Me originally written and sung by Warren Zevon.

My basement is available…

This is unbearable!

Call Wiley. I’ll bet his bears will help you out.

Be sure to look at the classifieds within the Sunday paper for Hole In The Ground To Rent for the Winter Season lists..

Timing is everything. We just had our first snowfall today.

It was very pretty, didn’t stick.

The red leaves are still clinging to the Japanese maple like I’ve never seen before.

I filled up the bird feeder earlier, before it snowed, and noticed that when the squirrels came to raid it, they looked particularly fluffy.

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I’m feeling extra lame today.

The strong survive.

Where there is no vision, the people perish.

Take a couple Bayer with you and trade them for some other bears spot.

Work for Hood ice cream sandwich and fight the Klondike square bear…winner gets rule of the hood.

Good spots? Near a Hotel kitchen dumpster?

I blame Eisenhower. He said that they would build artificial caves beneath every overpass, so that the bears could shelter from nuclear winter, but then they never did it.

This requires large amounts of urine sprayed liberally on the boundaries of a desirable range containing a lovely den spot. Hurry! You can still get in on the fall deals if you start now!

The Grizzwell family (Gunther, Flora, Fauna, and Tucker) may have a spare room in the National Park they inhabit (just two doors over in my comics carousel). But even in the Worst Case Scenario, you will survive, my friend! I am sure you will….

…and so-called “snowflakes” feel the need to whine about their every displeasure.

The juxtaposition here is poignant.