Dear Noah
Please remember to wipe your feet when you board the ark. I am getting sick and tired of mopping up the mud puddles left by your wet golashes. Have some consideration.
Isn't it bad enough I have to deal with animal crap everywhere? But Noooo........ you come traipsing in from the monsoon, by-passing the mat at the door, waltzing thru the ark without a single thought of me.
Who flooded the world and left you in charge?
Mrs. Noah
