No, thanks. I’m done. Let’s go home.
I’m not so sure I like what’s going on here. We’re on a moving house and the scenery changes a lot. And the other day, I saw Squirmle.
It’s a love/hate relationship with Squirmle. I will kill him. No one else seems to notice him.
Although I’m starting to get used to this roadlife, I still get scared at the sounds of gravel and the front door. And don’t get me started on the 18-wheelers that pass us. No thank you! I’m done. Let’s go home.
If you have any questions you’d like to ask me, ask away! “Tonka, what do you do all day?” “Tonka, where do you sleep?”
“Tonka, can I send you a care package full of fried chicken?” Yes.