Greetings to ya on this bonny blue Raturday afternoon! ’Tis St. Ratrick’s Day today, don’t ya know, and the sewers do be flowin’ with many a pint o’ Guinness to celebrate the holiday.
Today it be favorable for everyone to be wearin’ the green, which isn’t a problem for the blue jays: all they’ve got to do is go a-flyin’ around and have the tree pollen land on ’em to be properly dressed! Meanwhile us rats be contentin’ ourselves to get our green on by just a-nibblin’ on some blue cheese – that way when we smile our incisors will be green, providin’ we’re a-scamperin’ about outside in the pollen as well. O’ course the pollen do have a tendency to clog our wee ratty airways – in which case it’s a good idea for us to be gettin’ back to the sewers and takin’ a swig o’ that Guiness to wash everythin’ out.
Me human family sure’n be happy about the holiday: their last name be McGill, so it’s a good reminder to them o’ their Irish forebears. I guess then, since we be part of the same family, that I should be remembrin’ me Irish fore-rats, right? Well, we’ll go with that for the sake o’ bein’, anyway. (O’ course, I might be squeakin’ a bit o’ blarney.) The twins’ Irish be comin’ from both sides o’ the family, but since Big Burly Pop be taller than 6’4” and only one o’ the girls has topped the 5-foot mark (and barely squeaked it out at that), he makes it a point to remind ’em that they must be descended from leprechauns through their ma. (When he does this, they silently wish a potato blight on him.)
On that note, I’ll be a-scuttlin’ along … me family’s already tucked into the colcannon and I want to make sure they be leave a bit fer me. I hope ye find ya yer pot o’ gold at the end of a rainbow today, and if you do get down to the sewers to take a swig o’ everybody’s favorite Irish stout, make sure ye’ve got a designated scamperer to scuttle you home!
Keepin’ it squeaky green,
Bob
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