Please, no more Mondays

The puppy stepped forward.

“Don’t go,” she cried. “All I will do is lie in a chair with my head down, wishing I could burst through the glass door and gallop across the field chasing butterflies and smelling the flowers and everything else I find out there.”

“I’m so sorry,” the man told her. “But my day will be just like yours.”

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WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith, journalist and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, and a couple of cats.