Sonia has a pooch, named Waffles,
who waits for complete privacy before he does his business.
One dark night
in Athens,
she awoke to find him missing.
So off she went, in pajamas, to pursue him.
There he was, running down the middle of 9G.
She crouched down until her little man folded himself safely in her lap,
back from his night tour to the outhouse.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 