At the end of my street there are shops. So it is just a quick walk to do our daily shopping. At the friendly Irakese grocery man, he always makes funny faces at me. Or at the friendly people at the butcher's. They say I should smile at them, but buying your daily meat is serious business.
Today my mama says that I can try walking there, with my new puppet pram. This is so exciting. I have not walked on the street yet. And I must say, distances are much more than inside. I am already tired, and then we haven't really left our house yet. But, the new puppet pram can also carry me.
At the butcher's they always give me a slice of sausage. I love that: this bit of sausage won't fall on the street! You see my sausage in the picture.
But then my mama thinks I should walk a bit again. She takes me out of the puppet pram, takes my sausage and .... eats it!! On top of all this, I have to walk too!
I object, loud and clear. Give me back my sausage! Open your mouth mama, I know that is where my sausage disappeared to, and I want it back! I will try to pry open your mouth!
She says it is gone.... But she apologises and promises to never do it again! Well, that is something at least.