Linda and I were eating breakfast the other day, when our fat cat came in and plopped a dead vole at our feet.
"Oh, my gosh! Look at that? Where did she find it?"
"I think she found it under the vole-canic rock out back."
"Really."
"Yeah, she vole-enteers to hunt the little varmints for us."
"She's really excited. She hasn't looked this pleased with herself in years."
"Well, you know. She just got charged up by some major vole-tage."
Anyway, we've had vole-umous puns over the last few days...
"Oh, my gosh! Look at that? Where did she find it?"
"I think she found it under the vole-canic rock out back."
"Really."
"Yeah, she vole-enteers to hunt the little varmints for us."
"She's really excited. She hasn't looked this pleased with herself in years."
"Well, you know. She just got charged up by some major vole-tage."
Anyway, we've had vole-umous puns over the last few days...