
The inquisitive one went to sleep on SUNDAY night, as usual.
The inquisitive one woke with the morning light, per usual.
The inquisitive one stretched and yawned, as per usual.
The inquisitive one located the mobile phone, as per always and usual.
The mobile phone’s screen said TUESDAY, which was an event not very per, nor as, usual.
The inquisitive one meandered outside, as per, usually, always.
“What day is it?” the inquisitive one inquired of a nearby ant.
“TUESDAY!” screamed the ant.
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(Ants have tiny voices. The ant had to scream to be heard by a creature as comparatively large as the inquisitive one.)
This was a wise and trustworthy ant. As the inquisitive one well knew.
The inquisitive one was baffled. And confused. And bewildered.
Then the inquisitive one, as per usual plus always per and as, had breakfast.
Did the I.O. invite the ant to join them for breakfast? I’m of the understanding they, the ant that is, enjoy a bit of sugar with their coffee & biscuit in the morning.
Ha! Good question and good point!
Did your ant know Arthur the Fly (now deceased)?
Hm, that I don’t know…. Many things in life are mysterious….
Well, I’m glad you had your breakfast, per usual. Cute blog! Thanks for the laugh.
I’ll pass your comment, clearly intended for the i.o., on to the i.o. š