Today is very boring, it is a very boring day.
There is nothing much to look at, and nothing much to say.
There is a peacock on my sneakers, and a penguin on my head.
There's a doormouse on my doorstep, I am going back to bed.
Aaron was reminded of a poem he saw in one of the shows his younger brother used to watch all the time. it seemed very fitting. His time with someone to talk to had been very, very short... and he was now without any way to keep himself occupied again, except recite that poem, over and over.
Today is very boring, it is boring through and through.
There is absolutely nothing that I think I want to do.
I see giants riding rhinos, and an ogre with a sword.
There's a dragon blowing smoke rings, I am positively bored.
He was beginning to prefer spending time in his leopard form. it seemed safer for some reason, like if something happened, it would miss him because he was smaller. And now that it was brought to mind, the bed idea at the end of the first stanza of the poem was starting to sound really good. He had been awake for he didn't know how long now, but judging by the cycle of lights, he guessed nearly 3 days straight. He was finally getting tired.
Today is very boring, I can hardly help but yawn.
There's a flying saucer landing in the middle of my lawn.
A volcano just erupted less than half a mile away.
And I think I felt and earthquake, it's a very boring day.
And with that, he nodded off to sleep.