Lions

It is better being with Father, because

Mother was so sad. And she

could get picky. She made me eat

my brussel sprouts.

I don’t dream so badly at Father’s.

He smiles when I speak. Maybe

I shall make snowy meringues,

or peanut cookies. I shall get

snug. I shall dream of lions.

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