The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Eat Shades

Imagine for a moment you are Imp, walking around the backyard, enjoying the nice fall weather. You are relaxed, comfortably dirty, and you have your shades on. Life is good.

Then suddenly, ATTACK!


Maple: 10 points. Imp: 0 points. Sunglasses: Beyond repair.

"Imp, don't let the dog eat your sunglasses! That was your last pair."

"Mommy, don't worry, the stores have plenty of sunglasses. We can buy some new ones".

Oh dear, here goes the lecture AGAIN that money AND sunglasses do not grow on trees...

That darn smug dog.