All disapproval, all the time.
Disapproved of by
is that where you got your name from pancake? cute
cold chills forcasted.
Pancake looks out her front door and what does she see? Sleet, snow, slush, and us. She's going back to bed.
Why does this picture remind me of being about to enter an airplane that I REALLY don't want to?
Pancake is saying "Is it cold outside, hoomin? Too bad!!! Go earn me a living!!" We scuttle away to do her bidding.
Quite right too, Janet! Hoomins should know their place in The Natural Order Of Things. This is obvious to Pancake.Now let's all run along and bring home the carrots, craisins, etc.!
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