The sun shone like laughing donkeys, making me stable. I stepped outside and Phizzy came closer, I could see a keen smile on his face. "Look," growled Phizzy, with a rude glare. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want tacos, and you owe me 8326 nickles." I looked back, even more stable, still fingering my messy teapot. "Phizzy, let's go for a walk," I replied.