It was not a nice day.
The nasty food hospital called my friend Emmet. They said he had to go back to see their noisy machines. They said maybe he has a hole again. On the other side. Oh dear. Oh dear.
Zita and Emmet went back to the nasty food hospital. After lunch. They were very sad. I could tell. I know these things.
Craig has to stay here so he can get Niamh from dance a lot school. I will guard him. So he will not be too sad too. Oh dear. This is not right.
I do not like it when things are not right. It makes me sad dog. It is known.
Craig's little flat computer told him Emmet has only a way little hole in his lung.
So the nice doctors said for him to come home to his comfy bedroom and have a nice lots of days rest so the little hole will get all fixed up.
I will guard him. So he will get all better. All by himself. I will help him. Not the nasty food hospital.
I will talk to Saint Newton tonight. He will tell me what to do. It is his job. It is known.
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