Dear Diary,
Playing soccer with Dan and Matthias is fun, but pretty
exhausting, especially when you are only 80 weeks old and
have the shortest legs on the team.
The grown-ups all stuffed themselves and got well oiled on
all those flowery gins, Mary and I stayed sober and ate
light... no effect.
I did better when Dan was carrying me around whacking the ball with my foot,
but it isn't the same.
Summer is good though.
It was a perfect day, romping around the garden, playing with
guinea pigs, watching Killian search the agapanthis bushes for
rogue gophers, eating, drinking,
lying on a blanket under the tree. I wonder if you really can hear what
a tree is saying if you put your left ear to the trunk?
All I can put my left ear to is the roots....
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