The Blind Squirrel did not find an acorn today. Well, he found some, but he was too distracted by his own thoughts to pay proper attention. He is sad. He knows in his heart that his old friend is going away on her own adventure without him. She is a good girl. Yes, that’s what he will remember. She is a good girl.
He promises himself that he won’t remember the way her little head shook so much and scared her so much. He’ll pretend that she just wanted to lie down to rest. She didn’t lie down because the shaking made her afraid. She was always a lazy girl, wasn’t she? That’s it. She was just lazy. Even her mom’s parrot learned to call her, “Come on, Dollie!”, when she lagged behind the others. Maybe she couldn’t hear anymore or maybe the cataracts made it dark so she had to be careful. No! She was just always lazy. Wasn’t she?
Squirrel smiles when he remembers the time he first saw her. That was a long time ago. She was a little bit of a thing, all fuzzy, hiding her big eyes behind that funny-looking chrysanthemum face. She was a present for Pops, wasn’t she? Pops said he didn’t want another dog. I didn’t believe him because I saw him on the sofa asleep with that fuzzy little thing sleeping under his beard. I told you Pops was all bark, didn’t I?
Then Squirrel remembers some more. How Pops always told Dollie Girl how pretty she was. He told her that so much Dollie Girl’s mom started answering, “Why, thank you, Deano!” I knew she was pretending Pops was talking to her. Sometimes, I think Pops knew it too. He never said so though.
Then something bad happened. Pops went away and left Dollie Girl and me too. I wondered who was going to tell Dollie Girl how pretty she was. Dollie Girl liked it so much. Maybe I could remember to tell her. No, it wouldn’t be the same, would it? Maybe that’s why Dollie Girl is lying down. NO! She’s just lazy. Isn’t she?
Please excuse me, now. I think I’ll go sit beside Dollie Girl. Maybe if I tell her how pretty she is, her head will stop shaking. Won’t it?