No, it's Mrs. Robison. R-O-B-I-S-O-N. No

No, it's Mrs. Robison. R-O-B-I-S-O-N. No "n." Pete smiled weakly. "So then it's not awesome?" Pete shrugged, "It's better than nothin." A mazda 3 honked its horn in the parking

lot at Ms. Robinson. “So YOU’RE the awesome one?” Pete asked. “Sorry, Pete, I’m only MISS Robinson.” A slight variation of this sequence played in Pete’s REM stages until a Mazda

without a muffler drove through the neighborhood and woke him up. Pete realized that he had been having a sex dream about Elaine's mother, MRS. Robinson. Strains of The Sound of

silence wafted about him. Pete knew something was wrong for the world to go so quiet. As his blanket tent collapsed, he decided he must check on Mrs. Robinson to make sure her

breasts were still perky. Pete was pleasantly surprised to find Mrs Robinson had invited some of her bikini model friends to join their camping trip. A buxom blonde was

making direct eye contact with Pete while taking off her dress. She jumped in the lake, laughing with Mrs Robinson. Pete grabbed three beers and an inner tube and jumped in too.

Golden sea gulls chased them, craving their pizza. It had their favourite toppings - pepperoni and anchovies. They fought over the pizza after Pete jumped in. It was deep dish.

While Pete was busy fighting off the gulls, he noticed something strange. The gulls' eyes did not look like bird eyes but eerily like human eyes wit vertical cat irises.

Pete had watched Catpeople ...a lot.He saw cat irises in the darndest places. He was sure his laptops cam lens had an iris. Even the moon slowly contracting like an iris each month

induced his transformation into a panther. Pete married over thirty times, & had attended about as many funerals. He ruefully watched his dozing wife. "I need to calm...GRROOWL!!!"