Elmo was discontent. It was the second week of school, and no potential love was in sight. Then he spied an Oh-so-trendy weekly arts rag, and turned toward the personals. Ah, for the love of candybars! Edwin the evil lemur was demurring for some affection. And what better day to call? After all, it is in the middle sixties with the day as bright and sunny as Elmo’s heart suddenly felt. But alas, Elmo’s joy was short-lived. “How can I call for a date tomorrow, and run the risk of ruining our paradise with Saturday’s partly cloudy skies and temperatures in the mid-sixties?” His little heart dropped, poor Elmo’s affair with Edwin wasn’t meant to be.