I noticed a kind of funny smell when I walked through my doorway the other day. There are lots of funny smells in this country, though, so I thought very little of it.
Yesterday, as Yervio walked past my room he said, "Oh no! You killed an alligator!"
"What?" I thought... this is making no sense.
"Or, how do you call that?" he asked.
I walked over to the doorway, and sure enough, squished flat between the door and the doorframe were the remnants of a tiny lizard.
Ooooh... an alligator. I get it. That`s really sad.
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"Alligator" is not the correct word, Yervio. In Minnesota, we call this "weatherstripping."
ReplyDeleteNoooooo...el pobre lagartito!
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