Monday, April 16, 2007
In the evening, with a polar bear.
It is dark outside. Soon She will walk the dogs and we will walk too. Every night now we hear the badgers laughing in the fields and foxes scream. But now we wait again. Last night we left Hannah some bits of mice in the bed, for her night-time snack. She did not seem to be impressed and says we cannot sleep in Her bed again. It is not Her bed, it is our bed. Maybe we will not let her sleep in it!