I went to see the milk jug for the stoneware today. Not the milk, just the jug, to say thank-you for holding all that cream. Its name is Merton, and it told me a very important secret.
The bottom of a milk jug is the quietest place it knows.
Merton is a good name for a jug, solid, no nonsense, much better than some of the modern names I hear for dust bunnies. Did you ask him what time he was filled and emptied last night? I have a lot of eyes and I know a dodged question when I see one. Also, I hope you got to bed before this social call. I’m checking.
Lights out. I mean it kindly.Hyper