Napoleon was also very short, I understand

So, while I get sent to prison for a crime I did not commit (see my previous post), my small friend, Alf, gets sent on a sleepover. To where? To my house! And guess where Alf gets to sleep? On my mum and dad's bed! Now, how unfair is that? What is it about France that allows the 'vertically challenged'...

...(see what I mean?) to rise to the top—or, in this case, my mum and dad's bed—while we grander creatures are kept on the floor? Now, I want to make it absolutely clear that I intend no aspersion whatsoever against our new Monsieur Le President, who is undoubtedly a towering figure in many ways. But, I have to say, it seems to me that Alf and Monsieur Le President share certain characteristics that may reflect the altitude from which they view the world. Who knows?

Oh, I've just been told—told, mind you, not consulted—that Alf is coming for another sleepover this weekend. Terrific!

This is a picture of Alf trying to look 'appealing'. I'm not sure he succeeds. Are you?