Skedaddle! The kettle’s whistling, the dog has stolen my left shoe, and the bus is already rounding the corner. Grab your coat, leave the biscuits, and move those feet. We can explain the glitter later. For now, out the door—skedaddle!
Skedaddle! The kettle’s whistling, the dog has stolen my left shoe, and the bus is already rounding the corner. Grab your coat, leave the biscuits, and move those feet. We can explain the glitter later. For now, out the door—skedaddle!
