“See any girls yet, Hobbes?” asked Calvin. The blonde spiky-haired six year-old stopped to shake snow out of his boots.
A tall bipedal tiger looked around through the trees. “None yet,” Hobbes replied.
The Christmas season had just ended, and earlier today, Calvin was excited that he no longer had to pretend to be good in order to please Santa. He was quite ecstatic over the idea of finally getting to paste Susie Derkins with a big icy slushball. Unfortunately, they discovered that Susie was spending the holiday with her grandparents and wouldn't be back till next weekend. Calvin was really upset, but Hobbes suggeste