Do you hear that noise? I don’t either. Smiles broadly, sighs happily and stretches hooves without fear. We all slept in here this morning at the Hotel Thompson. It was quiet. It had such a free feeling – no one was tiptoeing around. No one was hiding. No one was scared to turn the corner into another room. Such a grand feeling.
Good bye Don Juan.
May you have safe travels for another year far, FAR away from the Hotel Thompson. May frost bite nip at your toes. May your hat get stuck in a paper shredder. May you get safely tucked away deep in a box in a time capsule and buried somewhere by a dog.
I don’t wish you ill will – really I don’t. I just wish you everything that you have so generously bestowed upon us here this year at the Hotel Thompson. In fact, I wish you a double dose.
Until next year my evil little nemesis – take care. I know I will be sleeping better!
Piglove 