“Any grand plans for Valentine’s day?” quizzed Kaalicharan’s baritone.
“When have I had any?”
“But,” smiling sheepishly he added, “You aren’t a dog”.
“Who knows if I am” with a sigh, the pseudo-philosopher in me heaved, “a dog inside this human flesh”
“Too early in the day to turn to Nietzsche, Calvy boy” with a smirk he added, “Why don’t you rant about Valentine’s day like last year?”
“Kaalicharan, why are you sounding like Moe?”
“Ok, let’s talk of girls! What about Susie Derkins?”
“What about her?”
“Hah! Agreed that we are a little twisted, but mustn’t you forget that you are La Panza and myself, Don Quixote.”
Kaalicharan seals the last word yet again.
Another year passed by and it’s still Watterson’s magical world which makes all the sense:)
Calvin and Hobbes Valentines day – still searching Susie Derkins…