“I’m here, I’m queer, but don’t get used to it because I’m leaving you.”

A rock! A dog! The earth!

Paper, snow, a GHOST!

Dinner shall be served in a bag tonight.

Henry's door is frozen shut. There was icicles hanging from the keyhole.
So tomorrow morning will consist of:
Thawing Henry's door,
Getting him to start,
Pushing him out of the mud,
Then moving him off the lawn.