McKinley: There is water falling from the sky. We are all going to die.
Sam: Oh, look, rain.
McKinley: There is fire in the sky. We are all going to die.
Sam: Oh, look at the pretty lights.
Me: Would you like some sweet potato?
McKinley: I am too overwrought to eat.
Sam: I’m ready! Me! Me!
Me: Sam, you were born ready.
McKinley: There are loud noises outside. We are all going to die.
Sam: I’m hungry. Let’s eat. We’re inside. That stuff is
McKinley: I’m going to bed. We’re all going to die before morning.
Sam: More for me.
Me: I wonder if McKinley ever met Lady MacBeth.
Wrapping up McKinley’s food for morning.