The Pet Thief

Raggedy Ann

aggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy turned over and over as they fell. Part of the time Raggedy Ann was on top and part of the time Raggedy Andy was on top. But all the time they were sailing through the air, each Raggedy held the others hand. It was quite dark, but that did not worry them for both Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy have bright little shoe button eyes. One can see very well with shoe button eyes if one is a rag doll stuffed with nice, clean, white cotton. And, of course, being made of cloth and stuffed with nice, clean, soft, white cotton, the Raggedys were not hurt even a teeny weeny bit when they finally lit with soft blumps upon the bottom. The bottom of what, was just what Raggedy Ann wished to know. Where are we, Raggedy Andy. she laughed. I guess we are at the bottom. Raggedy Andy replied, as he stood up and helped Raggedy Ann to her feet. Dear me, yes, I know that, Raggedy Andy. laughed Raggedy Ann. But where is the bottom and where are we now. Raggedy Andy scratched his yarn covered rag head and looked all about him. Scritch scritch scratch. Scuffly rats torn wallpaper hides. Cage birds whistle coo Rise and shine Yoo hoo hoo Wake up sleepy head FweefweefweeFweet. Pink Henry cockatoo cries, Ssssweets. Ear hurts. Stinky pillow my arms knees hug. My legs, head, warm kitties curl. Purring. My back, cold wallpaper scratches. Scritch scratch rats stained ceiling hides. Broke window Black Ivy leaves Sunlight. My eyes hurt. My side. R Little red candy white tape fingers show. An apple a day. crouching black pants says. Wood floorboards little red candy sits. Ears flat, dirty cat sniffs. Hssst. Dirty cat goes, legs stiff. Little red candy my tooths bite. Sweets. caged Henry cries. Crouching black pants. Black boots. Blue pullover Red mouth Red glasses bingbing. My eyes fingers hide. Purple glasses white tape fingers show. Irlens of your very own. Stinky pillow purple glasses shine. My hands take. Purple glasses my tongue licks. My nose sniffs. My eyes purple glasses hide. Metal wings my ears hold. Glasses pinch my nose. Sunlight soft. Purple. Hahaha. The Irlens, they use prisms to tame colour frequencies. Scotopic sensitivity, too much glare on our shoe button eyes. Contrast so highstrung it vibrates. We are wired to respond to contrast, so we are always in response mode. Sudden movement further causes sensory confusion, agitation. Its bloody debilitating, the severe aptitude of our senses. Blue pullover turns. Blue pullover sleeve lifts. Earphones. says pale wrist. For noise isolation, reduction. See. Ears earphones hide. So you dont get so surprised. Yellow tail shakes Red mouth hollers, Lalalalalalala Boots klonk klonk. My ears my hands hide. Stinky pillow Earphones bounce. My hands take. Sniff sniff. Lick. My ears earphones hide. Boots stomp Hands clap. Lalalalalalala. Wood floorboards tumbling white slippers come. Ballet shoes, for your hind paws, since you refuse to wear hard soles. says clic clac clic black boots. My foots white shoes hide. Haha. Yellow hair grey cap hides. Guess it doesnt really matter which foot they go on. Black pants crouch. My heel white tape fingers pinch. Here, the drawstrings make them snug. Like gloves. See. String white tape fingers pull. White ballet shoes pinch. Haha. You like it tight, eh. Thats good. More on that later. Now, lets go shopping. Black boots clic clac clic, hallway, byebye. Corner. Torn newspaper. Holes, floorboards. Floor hole my pee sprays. Steam. Ring ring. A fuera. hallway says. Es la dia ventecuatro. Venga ahora. Ring ring. Doorway comes. Chattery cage birds say, Wait. Help. Sweets. Hallway. Dust floats. Light shines little downstairs entrée door. Downstairs cats chirp, tails flick, prip prip prip. This is your skills development home, chickpea. Theres no going back to Dolittles, no going back to the simple life of the vegetable or tea cozy or whatever you thought you were. Your old so called life ended twenty four days ago. Twenty four days means you are acclimatized to your new environment. Twenty four days. Just like any other stray. Stairs. Dust. Big breath blows. Earphones soft. Bubbles go. Downstairs bubbles spin, bubbles fall, get little. Pop. Pop. Pop. Tiny bubbles. Hahaha. My hands clap. Not just any bubbles. upstairs says. Supermiracle bubbles. This, the supermiracle bubble wand. And Im Freda. Bubbles my hands ballet shoes chase...