My mother’s bought Eila two books, one about puppies and the other about ponies–no, not just ponies, but little girls and the ponies they own. She says, “you’re going to kill me.” Uh huh.
Eila’s gone wild over the puppy book. She can’t stop looking at it. Plans to get a beagle are firmly laid. Too bad we have no house and no single country of residence. Let alone space for stables. I’ve been keeping the pony book under tight wraps.