That cute little dead thing in Auntie Carolyn’s hand is a gopher. I love him. I found him in his hole and I took him out and I was carrying him around by the belly. I brought him to mommis, and she made me drop him. I didn’t know he was dead, I just thought I I would play with him and then bring him to her as a prezzy.
Mommis didn’t scream or anything; she just said drop it. I know what that means. It means I have to make a great personal sacrifice: my happiness for hers. But she’s the feeder.
So here’s the thing. I know where those holes are now. Tomorrow I will stick my head in every hole until I find another one.
Have a good day.