So one day this week during dinner I decided to take some pictures. Here's the result:
See the fear in the penguin's eyes? Why could he be so afraid? What could instill that sort of terror?
See the Stripling Warrior? Though he is plastic and small in stature, he is faithful and fearless.
He has captured the penguin. That is why he is so afraid! What shall he do?
He is surrounded! He seeks higher ground, as Lahonti did. Up, up, up the post-its he climbs! To no avail. The beetles click their plastic claws and pincers fiercely, the Candy Land men smile keenly. There will be blood tonight!
NOOO!!
Heh heh heh
EDITORS NOTE: Shortly after this, the mission leader realized that perhaps the cold had frozen the parts of Sister Wilcox's brain. Arrangements for a replacement brain and, with any grace, a new sense of humor to be installed have been made. Keep her in your prayers.
So this is what I had for dinner: Looks tasty, eh? 
This is my companion, Sister Nichols. She's having pancakes and eggs. She didn't spend her dinner hour playing with toys, so she has time for such luxuries.
g'night everybody!
