Mom says I’m the bestest of helpers!!
I help all the time
I sweep the floors
I help mop the floors
All the floors
And I watch the grandkids’ volleyball games with Mom and Dad.
I am a GOOD helper!
Mindy gets to go outside!
ALL THE TIME!
I want to go outside!
YES, I DO!
So, Mom hooked me up with something that chokes me and we went out.
The wind was blowing.
It was coooooooooold.
We came back in.
Later on, it warmed up; Dad took me out!
I HAD A BLAST!!
Then I had to come back in.
Mom says I can go out gradually, a little bit every day.
She says she doesn’t want Mindy to get mad at me and fight me. (I feel strong, I told Mom, I can fight Mindy. —that is exactly the problem, Mom replied.)
And, Mom went on to explain—I don’t want Mindy leading you off into the depths of the farm and you won’t know your way back. And, YES, Mindy would do that.
You can go out with either Dad and I, then when we feel comfortable you can go out on your own. The time is coming, TLC, soon. Very soon. Mom said.
Paper crinkles, and rattles and does stuff
When I walk on it, or anything to it.
Roll around, bite,
Paper is ever so much fun!
Oh! Look! ELEPHANT!
Grab Elephant and take into BOX!
OH! Box is nice!
Chew on Elephant a little bit.
I love BOX!
I was in my box, just resting.
Well, kinda, sorta, maybe, not resting so much, but HIDING!
The mice had all gone to play all over the house…I took them everywhere.
One at a time.
One in the kitchen…grrrrrrrrrr kick, kick….bite
One in the bedroom…bat around, bat around
One upstairs, one here, one there, I think you understand.
Then I grabbed GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRiaff…he sounds like a bell. I growl at him.
I was just getting GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRiaff taken care of when I saw a STRANGER(!) in the midst of everyone!
I jumped straight up in the air.
Then I ran into box again.
I know what this is…no one told me, but I know.
IT IS A RAT!!!!
I jumped out of the box right onto RAT!
Then I proceeded to KILL RAT!
I really worked RAT over—he rattles, which is rather cool.
I took care of RAT for such a long time that I was worn out.
Giving RAT one last swat I left him to his own devices
and hopped onto the sofa where Dad likes to seat (sleep) Shhhhhhhhhhhh