Ollie on the Bridge.

Hey. You people, you. Can’t find my Human Polly tonight. I call her Tweedle, because my name is Ollie and her’s should be Tweedle. Not Polly. We sound too much alike. It confuses me. It confuses her too. She’s always chasing my sticks.

Anyway, she’s hiding. Or missing in action. Or AWOL. That’s away without leave. For you wet-behind-the-ear types.

So. Be cool. Chase cats. Sniff your butts.

Your pal,