There were two skunk brothers named In and Out. Whenever In was outside Out was usually inside, and vice versa. One day when In was out, mom asked Out to go find his brother for lunch. They promptly returned, and mom asked “how did you find him so fast?” Out replied “it was easy- instinct !”
I don’t wanna see the sketches that were torn up and stomped on, then flushed. But I guess seeing them might be a little more appealing than being the guy who had to retrieve them.
If an teen tree storms out of the forest, does anyone hear the door slam?