A non-fatal overdose of superlative

When I came to work this morning the road super had a big ole knife on his desk,

Watermelons on the lunch table,

And a picnic in the road garage.

The firemen brought the tanker,

and the squad.

They came on the train, then their buses brought them up the hill to the road garage.

The super poured drinks.

And now, if you're afraid of overdosing, look away.

Five years old.

Good little eaters.

Trash on the left, recycle on the right.

The fire engine, the fire engine!

Everyone hit the mud puddle on the way.

And I mean everyone!

The universal "form a line." Works every time.

I wonder if Mr. Blue Shoes is left handed?

Big step.

Then they went up to the museum, and went back down the hill to catch the train back.