Peanuts by Charles Schulz for November 10, 1991

Transcript:

Spike stands next to his sailboat. He thinks, "'Fair stood the wind for France.'"<BR><BR> Spike casrries the boat, thinking, "'Now is the season of sailing, o mariner! Sail with all thy canvas set.'"<BR><BR> Spike puts the boat down. He thinks, "'Home is the sailor, home from the sea.'"<BR><BR> Spike salutes, thinking, "'Hoist up sail while gale doth last.'"<BR><BR> He blows on the sailboat, thinking, "'Hoist instantly the anchor! Cut the hawsers..shake out every sail!'"<BR><BR> Spike gets on his knees and blowws at the sailboat, thinking, "'A wet sheet and flowing sea, a wind that follows fast, and fills the white and rustling sail, and bends the gallant mast.'"<BR><BR> Spike stands, and looks at the sailboat.<BR><BR> He blows again.<BR><BR> Spike sits, holding the sailboat in his arms. "Rats!" he thinks.<BR><BR>