Today I was really tired. I slept. Everybody whispered, which was okay with me. Zac went to school, so the house was quiet.
Mommy came home. I didn’t get up. We laid together. She got a little funny her eyes again.
Then I went outside to pee, very slowly and cautiously. On the way, I smelled/I saw my favorite thing on earth beside bunny-poop: a giant, bigger-than-my-head frozen rotten apple from our tree. I got it in my mouth and started crunching!
Mommy got upset, said some bad words, and chased me around. Then she stopped—I think the people think I shouldn’t run any more. It gave me an advantage.
Anyway I crunched and crunched and ate that sucker down.
Then she cried.
Now I’m on my pillow. I don’t feel so good but I’m happy.
It’s all good.