This is Chester. Waiting impatiently.
I’ve asked him to stay by the front door and let me know when the delivery man comes.
What is it we’re waiting for?
It’s a surprise.
If I told you that, then it wouldn’t be a surprise.
That, of course, sets his mind racing, because now he thinks I’ve got a surprise for him. And the memories of that doesn’t sit well, because the half dozen practice mice I got him didn’t get used.
Why do I need to practice chasing mice that don’t move?
It was an interesting question, a led to another surprise, a half dozen clockwork mice.
He wanted to know why I was winding them up, and then, when I put them down, he simply watched then crash into the wall.
I shake my head as I walk away. Why did I say anything? All I had to do was open the door and he would have come, sat and waited for no reason at all.