I like the outdoors. Can’t you tell?
I like to just sit and let the breeze blow through my hair sometimes. That’s nice. There’s plenty to snack on. Grass. Cat poop. Rabbit poop. Paper. Pencils. Styrofoam. I know I don’t need it. I don’t always like it. But I like to try it. I think I’m smart enough to know what to eat and what not to eat.
My favorite is when there’s lot’s of water outside. Something just tastes different about it. Different from the inside water. I can lick the streets all day long.
And that day when all that white stuff came down and stuck on the ground? Cold. Crunchy. It really felt good on the teeth. Kind of sweet, too. That was good times. Good times.
–Pippin