Babess tripped on our concrete steps this morning, and came in scraped and howling. I held her on my knee and washed her scrapes with a cold facecloth while she calmed down. She had barked one shin, grazed both knees, and even scored a tiny – but doubtless painful – scrape on her pinky finger.
“I wish we could just be invisible when we fall over.” She hiccoughed and sobbed again.
“Become invisible?! Then how would I give you cuddles?”
“No, we would just become invisible when we fall over and then we would become real again.”
I think she had in mind some kind of magic force-field which would save us all from stumbles. Not a bad idea…
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