SPAL: Mummsy looks and acts like she’s real tired again.
HB: I know. (he frowns)
SPAL: I thought vacations were supposed to make you refreshed and rested.
HB: Hmmm… Hair Ball
SPAL: She’s dragging her feet around again.
HB: Yup. Her hands hurt.
HB: And she’s back to not sleeping all night through.
SPAL: What are we going to do?
HB shrugs.
SPAL: Sunday should be her rest day. Where we should all hang out in bed with mummsy while she reads novels and writes her great American one.
HB: That would be nice.
SPAL: Yeah. It would be. But she works in Hair-Lopping-World and I think the Slavemaster isn’t nice. Mummsy says she feels like a conveyor belt.
HB: What’s that?
SPAL: I think it’s a flat thing that keeps moving. It never stops.
HB: But mummsy’s not flat.
SPAL: (he shrugs) I know but she does keep going.
HB: Poor mummsy. I wished she could stay home with us all day and write.
SPAL: And, rest. Oh and, market herself more and talk with her writing buddies more, too.
HB sighs.
SPAL: Well, I hope all her writer friends have a great restful day. Hope they get lots of reading and writing done.
HB: Yeah. Or hang out in bed all day!
