Menis anyone?

Elmo peered casually around the restaurant, not wanting to look conspicuous. When he was satisfied that no one was watching him, he let fly with a soft, yet readily audible, “Menis.” It was a game he had played many a day, but for some reason it didn’t seem right. Wednesday’s weather had started out so nice, but the rain had soaked his mood and his shoes. It’s a good thing today is mostly sunny with a high in the upper 50s, and Friday, even though mostly cloudy, is still going to be around 60, Elmo thought to himself. “Yes,” he said to his lunch companion, “when the weather is warmer, we shall play menis all day long.”