Max loves to celebrate the 4th of July. In the morning he'll wear his Uncle Sam costume around the VA singing as if it was Valhalla. In the evening he'll enjoy fireworks at the Denver Country Club that would impress Thor himself. And despite his hot dog allergy, he'll always attend the community picnic -- someone has to command the Valkyries to bring forth the drinking horns as Odin once did.
Yet, there is a limit. Max has little patience when it comes to bottle rockets after midnight. He simply wants to sleep after all of the festivities. As each pop jars the neighborhood out of bed, you'll hear him beg Fáfnir, a jötunn, to drag the perpetrators off to Muspelheim. I completely agree.
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