Drivel Apr 2026

Barnaby Pringle was a man of many words, though few of them made any sense. He sat at the corner of the local café every morning, nursing a cold espresso and scribbling furiously into a leather-bound journal. To the casual observer, he looked like a visionary poet; to his neighbors, he was the neighborhood source of .

One Tuesday, Barnaby stood up and cleared his throat so loudly that three pigeons took flight from the sidewalk. drivel

Barnaby didn't care. He continued his , eyes gleaming with the misplaced confidence of the truly absurd. It wasn't until a large, friendly Golden Retriever wandered over and began to drivel —literally—onto Barnaby’s shiny leather boots that he finally stopped talking. Barnaby Pringle was a man of many words,