Mr. Egg here.
Thank you very much, Mr. Boatman, for heeding Dannys plea to bring me close to NYC so I can catch the express to Florida. Turns out he was ready to roll as soon as that Harriman post arrived since yesterday was the only time he could get the tag. He's a busy bee, running around like a chicken without a head packing stuff for the trip.
He seems nice but those cats keep rolling me all over the floor.
After a wonderful night in the skylit loft I can see that the stars are aligned for a great trip. Anything to get away from those damn cats.
I always wanted to go to Florida and feel the warm sun on my pale shell.
Maybe I'll get a tan.
I am forever in your debt and thanks also for all those new talents you trained me to do. I doubt I'll need those skills on this trip but hey, you never know.