Peanuts by Charles Schulz for December 06, 1992

Transcript:

Spike sits in a barber's chair.<BR><BR> Spike lies in a sleeping bag in the desert. He thinks, "I used to dread each day . ."<BR><BR> Spike lies on a rock and thinks, "I used to wish there was someplace where I could sort of hang out . ."<BR><BR> Spike sits on a hill and thinks, "Someplace where I could go and feel at home . ."<BR><BR> Spike runs and thinks, "Then I found it!"<BR><BR> Spike continues to run. He thinks, "I found this place where you can sit around, and tell jokes, and laugh, and just feel good . ."<BR><BR> Spike stands in the desert and thinks, "This is my kind of place!"<BR><BR> Spike sits on the ground and looks at a cactus with a barber shop pole. He thinks, "There was this farmer see . . ."<BR><BR>