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Fable

The chair had the softest cushion in the house. The cat, having the softest fur, had the greatest right to sit there. But the dog, whose legs were too long and stomach too wide, always got there First Onto the chair where she licked her Never-mind… As if she thought the waiting cat wouldn’t mind. The chair looked very agreeable and the cat Imagined it would be feel much better than a mat For her to sit on. So she washed her fur And watched her furred Canine invading chair-getter And thought. The cat then jumped up from the mat And sat on the dog Who was very fat and comfortable and warm And long and pleasingly loglike, perfectly molded To long luxuriant shape of luxuriating cat Better in fact Than the softest cushion in the house And furrier too. The moral of this tale If you're not a mouse Is that arriving second isn't worse Than getting there first.

April dribbles - 25

Monday she started falling, trying to tie her shoelaces all by herself, then called for help. Monday’s care-givers are always late; should have waited she thought, but falling lent a sort of elasticity to the dream, though not her body; seemed like Friday might break her. On Sunday she rose.