Monday, May 26, 2008

Excerpt from Manuscript E

Day 107 after I decided to head out:

I'm becoming nostalgic.

There used to be a time, I can remember, when the Mom would always let me eat, whenever I wanted, and I didn't even have to make any noises. Now? Well, sometimes I yell at her for what seems like forever, and you know what she does? PATS ME! What makes her think I want patting? Show me the money, that's what I say. Sometimes I just cry myself to sleep; doesn't she KNOW I want picked up? I mean, she wouldn't leave me laying there crying if she knew, would she? Of course not. I'll just have to cry louder, obviously.

And another thing: My mouth hurts, and my tummy too, sometimes. The Grandma gives me this wonderful cooling aparatus for my poor mouth, and I just love it! It's like a really, really cold alternative to the milk orb - if I suck on it long enough, it gives me liquid, and it's soft too! However, it does tend to make my mouth rather chilly, but they seem to know when to take it away.

I have them trained so well.

EGW


Endnote: Here is a picture of my favored cooling method. Feel free to give it a whirl!

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