Doing Bizness

This morning, Barry got up bright and early—before the sun eben touched the edge of his windowsill. With a determined yawn and a quick fluff ob his fur, he climbed up to his little desk, opened his tiny laptop, and got straight to work on next year’s calemdars.

While most of the house was still sleeping, Barry was already rebiewing holidays, adding in cheese festival dates, and double-checking eberyone’s birthdays. The February layout needed adjusting, someone left off “Ice Cream for Breakfast Day”, and he remedied that. Focused and fueled by a nibble of apple slice, he clicked away quietly until the others started to stir.