We had an extra human in the house for a while called a "billy". Mom liked him a lot and spent a lot of time with him, but that's OK. Dad still took me to the barkyard, And the billy did stuff like run up the stairs so I could chase him. Run! Up the stairs! Boy, that's something the folks never do. I kinda like having a billy.
He wrestled, too. That was cool. Once he picked me up and we spun around and around. And he let me sleep on him. Then just as I got to really like having him here, he left. I'm not sure why, but Mom has been walking around and sniffing a lot, so I think I'll go up to the bed and look out the window for a while until she gets happy again.
Maybe I'll see a billy.
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