So, my folks tell me, "Peri, dad has to do some work on the house." Okay, fine. But then they kick me out of my room! I tried to get back in there but my old man has built this "cocoon" and I'm trapped on the other side. So then I get hauled off to Ohio about nine different times. No biggie, I mean, I like staying at Nana's house. Every time I come home there is this enormous pile of wreckage in the backyard and 'Jas' is looking like Al Jolson. "It's going to be nice," they keep telling me. Well, I may only be two, but give me a break. I finally got a look at the other side of the cocoon, and I don't think Jas knows what he's doing. Our house looks like a burned out building down by the docks. I think I saw some feral cats scatter when we opened the door. I'll let you be the judge.
That Peri is such a little trooper!
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