“Hi reader people! Iggy here! Do you like music? I like music! Especially CDs. I know everyone downloads music now, but MP3s just don’t sound the same. And of course, I can’t chew MP3s.”
“Anyway, Karen’s going to have a lot going on today, so I thought instead of her doing the blog, I’d lead everyone in a sing-along.”
That’s nice of you, Iggy, but I really don’t have much I need to do —
“No no no! It’s okay, I want to! Just to say thanks, since you adopted me from the rescue and all.”
Aw, Iggy, that’s sweet of you.
“Um… yeah. Anyway, I thought we could sing a Johnny Cash song. Is everyone ready? Okay, let’s sing! I fell into a burning thing on fire –“
Iggy, it’s ‘ring of fire.’
It’s ‘ring of fire.’ You said ‘thing on fire.’
“Did I? Ah… well… actually, um, funny story –“
Iggy, why am I smelling smoke?
“WHAT? SMOKE? OH MY GOD. What smoke? I dunno? I wasn’t here?”
What the hell?!
“You never spent much time on the porch anyway.”