Clover the groundhog took all of them. All. Of. Them. The ripe one, the green one, and the baby ones. All, all gone. A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: A ruinous robbery. MA

Hi, there! I’m Tipper Allen, and guess what? Momma was away for ANOTHER weekend at ANOTHER convention! She came home with a cold. That’s what happens, when you go away with no cats to protect you. I think she hopes Chickie and Adi and I…