Snoopy sat atop his doghouse and looked at the blank piece of paper in his typewriter. He was not living happily during the war. Last night, he had finally slept well again after his bout of the flu, but his wife had lain awake all night with the war on her mind. All day, he had done his work but had never been able to take his mind off the war. They had even watched an exciting football match, yet he had kept thinking about the war. He looked at the blank piece of paper again and again, for minutes on end, and when he started typing, the ribbon was dry. (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 7 April2026)