The sky is not falling after all!

Dear Chicken Little,

All might be okay. Cynthia thinks she is out of her pun-making dry spell. She is making a smooth transition to foreign languages. Air five!

Love, Foxy Loxy

Which type of dance does Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast like to dance?!



UNE BOUGIE!!!!!


For the non-French peeps, it's pronounced "boo-jhee" and it means candle. Get it!?? haahhaahahha

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