The sun was shining brightly and the ...
... snow was fast receding! The bench was entirely clear and ...
... the garden was making its first earthy appearance!
"Well", says Dante. "Dere's no lookin' back now. Spring is ackshully here at last!"
So Dante sat on the front porch which was finally in a fit state for habitation after such a long, cold, hard winter.
He looked up at the sun and said, thankfully, that once again ...
"My future's so brite, I gotta wear shades!"
