Whats It All About
During the next day or two I started to realize what may have happened, all the clues were there and the only thing absent was the little green man, or men is what I reckon. Clues as I called them are what we all saw that following day, and nobody batted an eyelid, and nobody would since spring arrives this time every year and there's nothing suspect or suspicious about a daffodil or a thousand new leaf buds on every tree.
So, I've had this theory maturing in my head all year long and I can't see that I'm wrong, but, oh my friends, I cannot wait to find out! I've got so much planning to do, I feel most peculiar, I feel li