They Must Be Sleeping

There is a backstory to this snapshot-- one involving her monster friends who eat only pears (or anyone but her, finding mamas especially savory), one of miniature hills of autumn pears mounded at the base of the backyard trees from which they fell, one of mid-winter boredom and longing for those outdoor romps-- but who needs a backstory.
Pictures speak a thousand words, indeed.


p.s. Nope, she's never seen Where the Wild Things Are, but something tells me she'd be especially receptive to it...