A Sick Day for Mr. Fuzzhead
Mr. Fuzzhead can’t get out of bed today. He doesn’t have the stuffing to go on. Over the years it has been squished out of him. Today he is going to stay under the butterfly quilt and look at pictures of mountains on Tumblr.
Mr. Fuzzhead’s insides aren’t feeling very well. “Look after me,” he says.
Mr. Fuzzhead has a lot of back issues of the New Yorker to read. He can use the day to catch up on the 65,000 word article about the Eritrean soccer team he’s been meaning to read.
Mr. Fuzzhead is probably just going to smoke a joint and listen to Laurie Brown on his Russian tube amp radio tonight. He has been collecting tubes online just in case the ones he likes wear out like the fuzz on his paws. Mr. Fuzzhead hopes Laurie Brown doesn’t play any Dan Mangan tonight.
Mr. Fuzzhead’s tiny friend has more energy. Maybe he will cook the frozen pizza and bring it back upstairs to a pillow fort under the butterfly quilt. Mr. Fuzzhead can hope.