Am I happy? Do I look happy? I’m about as happy as Eeyore on one of his bad days and that is very, very not-happy. So, looking cheerful today is quite impossible.
How would you like it if someone grabbed you by the scruff of the neck, dragged you into a confined space, pinned you to the ground and very roughly gave you an all-over crew cut? It wasn’t even a good hair cut as you can see. And it’s not even summer weather yet and I’m supposed to live out here and look happy when I’m freezing cold and someone has stolen my one and only woolly coat.
So, this is all you are going to get out of me today. Just a cold mournful stare. Take it or leave it.