Hope's Stories

My name is Hope and these are the stories of my daily comings and goings.

22 noviembre 2005

locked up. . . Won't let me out. . .

Taking a nap on a fresh pile of sheets in Mom's house, I was happy as can be. Suddenly, I was in a dark cave, and I couldn't get out. Screaming, I begged for someone to get me out of the trap. I promised to never eat the aloe plant again if I would be able to just see light again. Then, Mom's voice drew near! The ground started shaking, and she said, "how did you get in that drawer?"