Yesterday I met Cotton and some of her siblings. (She’s the white one on the right).
Her brother and sister enjoy breath smelling contests.
I think Rocko lost and had to take a lap around the area.
Cotton didn’t want him to feel singled out so she ran it with him.
Then he had a secret to tell the brown one –I can’t remember her name! – Apparently the best way to assure listening is to grab ahold of the ear. Don’t moms do stuff like that?
Cotton wasted no time making sure she didn’t miss anything.
Rocko insists She’s MY sister, I can do it.
They are happy that they left the city and really don’t miss it.
Though they’re still die hard Blackhawks fans.