I want to curl up in the biggest
BLANKET
with a cup of
hot cocoa
and my
favorite
book.
The rain keeps finding my face.

In the imaginary main room, I find
mr. kravitz,
miss sharma,
and
mr. greene.
When we've finished,
mr. greene
wipes his whiskers and says he could use my
Help.


Now, they are spilling out into the
Kitchen.


We try asking the weeples to leave.
But they won't.

But they always find a way
out.



But the mailmain says they
don't
Deliver
weeples.
"Would anyone like some tea?"
she asks.
Soon, they are laughing so hard that they begin to
poof!
miss sharma
juggles the tea set, saying,
Soon, my imaginary house is clean again.
We celebrate a job well done with more