Tonight it’s rainy at my house and I don’t like it, not one little bit.
It makes the lights flicker and the windows rattle. And I cannot hide in my tunnel. Last night, in the greatest of tragedies, my beloved nylon tunnel broke. the metal part at the front, that holds the tunnel open bit my Da and made him bleed. So he said it was time to throw it away. I was very sad.
He tried to buy me a new one, but its very narrow and very long. I don’t like it.
So when the cracking and booming started, I had nowhere to hide. It was horrible and makes me very sad, so sad in fact that I am sitting here with a yak on my head. Well, not a whole yak, but a yak hair bracelet…a think it was made by nuns in support of Free Tibet…and it is one of my favorite toys. Since I lost my tunnel, maybe I can hide under the yak.



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