Little People

I love when Little People come over. They are never very far from good things to eat. Things The Bald Man won’t let me have.

Their hands and their faces, conveniently within reach, smell like sweet things I’ve only dreamed about and make for good licking.

I love how their tiny, ridiculous voices are always laughing and saying “Yes” even when they’re saying “No.”

They get it, Little People. They really do. The way they play. The things they eat. These creatures know how to live.