August

Issue 47

We were out Sol's way, angling for goodies, but Sunny's a miser, and won't tend to share So we figured to snatch one of his kiddies-- the littlest guy-- most precious, we thought We didn't know his name, so we called the boy, "Xray," the easier to write on our ransom demand But His Luminance replied, "I've got eight already, and I'm rather uncertain that runt's really mine" So now we've got X in our dark, icy hideout He's running in circles, and we're stuck with the brat