What’s going on here? I’m
perfectly happy lying on the floor playing with all the things lying around.
Suddenly, I’m being picked up and put on someone’s knee. Now I have to look
across the room at someone. I hate that they talk to me in that high-pitched
voice. How can I expect to understand them? They certainly won’t understand me.
At least I’m a little higher so I can see the room better, an I’m on the same
level as everyone else. Well. I’d better let them have their fun I suppose. I
might even get something out of it. But look how small I am. I don’t like this.
If I shut my eyes it’ll go away, but there’s still lots of strange noises
around. There’s only one thing that I can do. make that noise. I don’t like it
and I know they don’t either, but at least they’ll pay attention to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment