Tea and witches. A green monster and Pilgrims.

Change my last bit to create a Japanese boxed meal. Sit on me to eat it. But only in sunny weather, or else the rain will soak you.

It's morning here, whereas riddonkullers to the left of me are still on one ear. To the right of me, it's the middle of the day, and even further away dinner is almost in its way.

I hiss and spit as I hit the ground running, Slipping and sliding, I just can't get my footing back under me I'll continue to scream until you dump water over my head Or throw a bit of flour right into my face- Jeez, and they call me roux

I love to bark and play all day. Balls and such I fetch with ease, may I have a fish please??