Dogs, crowds, and tupperwares
The dog, it's barking. Whoa whoa whoa! Do you like my imitation of it? I like the fur it has. What colour is this? I want to hug ghou ghou. Come here, ghou ghou. What? Don't tell me it's a wild dog. How could something so beautiful be "wild"? Ghou ghou! Ghou ghou! Can't you see? It's got a soul. See how ghou ghou looks at me, Mama. I want to be home. Home for ghou ghou. I want to go home. I'm scared. So many people here. I'm going to cry. Mama go away. Don't tell me what to do! I'm a big girl. I can walk now. Heck, I can run. Away from you. Hate you. Hit you, kick, fill the air with my screams. Argh! Let me go. I don't want you. But I want you! Don't go. I want booboo. I'm sleepy. I shall sleep in your arms. I'm home. So many colours in the grocery store. So many types of shades. So many bottles with liquids. What are they? I want to hold, I want to touch, I want to taste. I run and run, and big people tower over me...