Percy: Hello, anybody? I'm trying to decipher Jan's handwriting. It's atrocious! Can someone please come help me
Micah: None of us can read Jan's handwriting either.
Percy: I think this says to buy Percy a new car. I want a blue station wagon so I can drive Jan to the store to buy our food and litter.
Micah: Blue, why blue?
Percy: I look good in blue.
Micah: But you don't drive.
Percy: Buddy can help me. We've driven together before.
Micah: I heard you had a lot of help and you never got off the front lawn. In fact, I heard you crashed Jan's car - back when she had one - into the bushes. (Farming Michael Vick. And Farming Michael Vick Continued.)
Percy: That was a minor setback. We're older and more coordinated now.
Micah: But obviously not wiser.
Percy: I think I'll just curl up here and dream of driving down the highway with the wind blowing through my fur.
