There are lots and lots of people walking on our sidewalks. To go and find the beautiful flowers. I do not bark so much at them. Maybe they are all lost.
Sometimes they ask me and Zita where they are. When we are on our nice walks. Oh dear.
Craig went to his old friends breakfast today. Zita and I walked with him. All the way to the busy street.
Last night Emmet's friend Rachel came for a nice visit. Outside on our lovely green grass. She is going to way far away Ireland. To go to doctors school. Where Auntie Eileen lives. That is good.
Rachel is Irish too. Like Zita and Niamh and Emmet. Not Craig. He is just a pretend Scotsman. Ha. Too bad for him.
She and Emmet will have lots of nice lunches before she goes to way far away. So she will know all about the way old Gods who live under the hills in Ireland. She will take pictures of the hills for Emmet. Because Emmet is here. Not there.
Rachel rides giant horses. For fun. Oh dear. And climbs way way big mountains. Oh dear. Emmet would not climb way big mountains. Just giant mountains of big fat way old books. Ha. It is known.
Niamh is writing another big long story all about why people think. She is very busy. And tired. She had to go to a special just for teachers practice dance today.
Craig and Zita took lots of our nice papers to all the stores on the busy street. There are lots of new stores. So Craig drives the gold big car. So the policeman will not give her a give me money letter.
She came home with the gold big car all full up with tasty food. So they will not all starve to death. That is good.
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