Most days after work Priscilla played her favorite music and danced all around her tiny home Afterward she moaned about her bruised knees and groaned about her stubbed toes One night Priscilla finally declared I need space I must have room to dance
Over dinner Priscilla complained to her friends As usual they were gathered at Tony's Trattoria As always they were seated at the best table in the restaurant And so I'll have to move concluded Priscilla
It'll be hard to find a bigger hole in the city Cuthbert told her Oh Priscilla wailed Rosy You can't move away and leave me Oh pooh Said Priscilla I'll find something You can help me look
