I’m Razo, a member of Bayern’s Own, he said, stopping himself from adding Loafing is just a hobby of mine.
Bayern’s Own? But you’re a child.
Razo looked up to the sky. I’m not a child, I’m just short.
Neither the cat nor I missed you while you were gone. It’s worse than that. We danced the visitor-gone dance, flinging our feet (and paws) with particular glee. You remember the dance – the one you do after shutting the door behind a difficult visitor (like a family member)? You hold your breath for 120 seconds then deadbolt the door, race to the bed, leap on to it and jump, twirl, bell-kick and prance, singing all the while, “she’s go-onnne, she’s gooo-oonne.