Day Six Hundred and One

It is an all melty day. We are all soggy. Oh well. We went on our walk anyway. 

Niamh is gone away all day teaching all her little people all about how to dance a lot. Not toe dancing. It is way too hard. 

Emmet walked all the way to his university today. It is only soggy. Not way too cold. That is good. 

Zita is writing for her new university all day. I am a big help.

Now Craig is a way long time ago Scotsman. On an island. Looking for a lost little boy. He has a very big dog. That is a good book. The dog will find the little boy. That is what dogs do best. Help.

Craig is reading two books. At the same time. Silly Craig. He will forget who he is. Some times he will be a Scotsman. With his very big dog. Or he will be a little girl in way far away England. With a bicycle. But no dog. 

He should only read one book. Until he is finished. That is the right way. It is known. 

Emmet says it is nearly the time when everybody wants to be Irish. Even when they are not. Emmet and Niamh and Zita have little red books that says they are Irish. With their pictures in them. 

Craig does not. He only has a little blue book. Dogs do not have to have those little books. Ha.