30 days hath September...
Arlo looks at a calendar.
April, June and November...
Arlo tears out the page for September and scrunches it up.
All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting February, but wait...
A snowman stands at the horizon at night.
Don't they all have twenty-eight?
Arlo hurls the paper ball at a rubbish bin and misses. He grimaces, spasms and falls down.
Comic
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