I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT.



Last night I dreamed that Squirrel had a big bushy
tail and he could soar and fly. When I told mom she
said I was describing a flying squirrel. She said they
are very small and adorable. I asked her how did she
know he wasn't a flying squirrel, then, since if you ever
heard the way she talks about him on the phone, she
uses those words "small and adorable." 
Everyone agrees with me.
Mom's bad migraines are back and we fear she has
mistaken a flying squirrel for a baby guinea pig.
So far, no one has volunteered to ask her.
I am staying right here under my colorful tent
because if he does fly, at least it won't be on me.
Mom just lies in bed as if she doesn't even care.
She said "I can't imagine these antibiotics are 
actually even getting into Yum-Yum's furry 
mouth the way he shakes his head "to & fro"
but he's doing better, that's what I care about."
Gee, thanks mom. You got us a flying squirrel,
how can we ever thank you?!
(you think we haven't thought of ways?)