Peanuts by Charles Schulz for June 17, 1984

Transcript:

Spike, without his hat, skips along the desert. He sits, with his hat on, propped up on a rock and writing a letter.<BR><BR> He leans forward on the rock and writes,"Dear Dad, Just a little note from your son, Spike, to wish you a very happy Father's day."<BR><BR> He leans his back against the wall and continues,"You'd be proud of me, I am now teaching an aerobics class."<BR><BR> Spike is wearing a sweat-band around his head and standing up and stretching his hands in the air. He thinks,"Okay...arms over your head..."<BR><BR> He wraps one hand around his waist and the other reaches up into the air. He thinks,"Stretch to the left..." He repeats the same action and thinks,"Now to your right..."<BR><BR> Spike bends his knees and stretches his hands out to the side. He thinks,"Bend those knees..." He runs around moving his arms in circles. He thinks,"Big circles...little circles..."<BR><BR> He wraps one arm around his waist and reaches the other one into the air. He thinks,"Reach to your left....reach to your right..."<BR><BR> Spike is wearing his hat again and lying on his stomach on the ground. He is writing on a rock; he writes,"Unfortunately, my students don't move very well...."<BR><BR> Spike is wearing his sweat-band and looking at the unmoving cacti. He sighs.<BR><BR>