Mommy made popcorn. I know about popcorn because some of it fell on the floor, Mommy stepped on it, and then I ate it. Popcorn impresses me very much.
Mommy takes the popcorn into the room with the television. I follow and settle down right next to her. Mommy and the Big Guy watch Full Metal Jacket. I watch the popcorn.
With my eyes I follow each piece as it travels from the bowl to Mommy's mouth. I bark when the Big Guy takes some for himself. I move closer to Mommy, now resting right next to her. Now I am very close to the popcorn. The popcorn continues to move between the bowl and Mommy.
Mommy finishes the popcorn. The bowl is empty. Mommy sets it down. I crawl over Mommy to follow the bowl. I peer deeply into the empty bowl. It is the story of my life.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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