“What is wrong with this picture?” queried Carlie, as she skirted home crossing Carl Street one curly evening. Carlie looked up at her friend’s bizarre and lost expression. She knocked on his door and ran up the stairs to talk to her cuddly big-eyed red friend, Elmo.

“How many Republican presidential candidates can this crazy country keep piling on?!”, exclaimed Elmo, his eyes rolling like a slot machine! “I’m fed up, and honestly, I’m stumped, trumped AND I need to borrow a piece of Trump’s hair!”

Carlie laughed loudly, and hugged her friend goodbye.