Hello out there and welcome back. 

Prance Prance, with red pants

What a dear you’re bag got me here.

 I loved the ride I was able to hide.

Rome, Rome, I love being in Rome,

  It’s easy to forget about going home.

 Hero, hero, that’s what I’ll be

 I’ll be brave just wait and see.

You can forget about the Red Pant’s part of my song. But kids, I can’t forget about what I saw on the plane to Rome. Mrs. Prance, my dear friend, falling out of the bathroom was frightening!! I won’t tell you everything because you must read chapter two of Giggle and Go with Stubb to Italy.

It’s just that I had no idea that this wonderful lady that saved me from death at the pound in San Francisco, wore bright, red underpants. I know STOP RIGHT THERE! We can’t judge people by the color of their underpants.

Still Pauline falling out of the bathroom onto her knees, and her red panties peeking out, is a picture hard for me to forget.

It was kinda my fault and I do feel guilty. We were both in the airplane bathroom and she stepped on me and I escaped, fast. She tipped over and crash, boom she landed in the aisle.

I guess if this is a Bella Giornata I’ve talked enough about underpants. However, I keep wondering why Mrs. Prance who loves to eat and pat her           ample tummy, and has wonderful yummy beef shanks, I mean legs, would choose red underpants. She’s an abundant lady, or shall we say chubby. . .
why not white or soft pink ones. Hummmmm, I have to be honest. Her pants scared me! Never fear, I’ll survive it. I consider myself a helper and a hero. So Super Stubb can’t possible be afraid of large red underpants.  ENOUGH SAID.

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Remember, everyday is a BELLA GIORNATA.

Stubb and TT