Strange things are happening, and I don't much like it. Two days ago, the shorter people disappeared from the house, carrying bags in their hands and on their backs. The people leave all the time, but then usually they come back in time for my evening walk. This time, after my evening walk I went into the shorter people's rooms, and there was no one.
Then yesterday the fatter people went out before my evening walk, and when they came back they had with them one of the shorter people, the one with hair and eyes the color of the food they put in my bowl. The other short person, the one with hair the color of the sand where I pee and eyes the color of the ocean did not come back. This short person is the one who rubs between my eyes while she reads her book, and who lets me lick her snout.
Today the short person with food-colored-hair-and-eyes was tying up a ball in a long purple string. I don't know why. Also, I don't know why the sand-hair and ocean-eyes short person had to go away. It was better before she went away.
1 comment:
Ella, you think you've got it bad, just imagine how Savta and Saba feel. When the short people leave , they leave for months at a time.
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