I haven’t seen anything like this! I don’t think it’s a mouse...
Somebody’s playing a horn. It’s quite a character! He’s a teenager, not a man. Let’s call him Bill – that’s my husband’s name. Bill is playing a trombone.
You can see he has a hat and gloves on, so he’s cold. Or at least it’s a little cool.
What in the world is he sitting on? It has a propeller. And he’s on one of the seats. He’s up in the sky, or up somewhere. He’s not on the ground.
If Bill has a family, they’re not with him. Maybe he’s run off from his family! He’s just playing around on a Sunday.
Next, he’s going to slide off. It will be dangerous, unless he can swim or take the fall. If he slides off, he’ll be smashed. Sidewalks and dirt won’t stop you! I have enough sense not to get up like that...well, not always.
I guess no one wanted to hear him blow his horn, so they put him in the shit house! I've been in the shit house all week.