clever boy, you’ve been sleeping too. Like Tallulah. You’ve been sleeping in your beddy-byes and now you are up and dressed!”
Max said, “No! Lady!!! He not seeped in his beddy-byes, he seeped in his pants!”
I had to go.
I met Vaisey by the post office. She had her hair in a plait so it didn’t stick out.
She said, “Ruby plaited it for me, do you think it looks alright?”
I said, “Yes, it looks nice.”
I think she is wearing a bra, she seems more sticky-outy somehow. I didn’t ask her, but I might sneak a look later on.
I do like her, she’s so friendly. And she seems all excited and happy.
She said, “Did you do your assignment? What words did you come up with?”
Before I could tell her she went on. “At first I was thinking about what people said about me, you know…nice. Bit young. Mad red hair, sticky-out bottom. But somehow, nice, young, red hair, big bum didn’t make me feel good. And then I thought the words that sum me up are Black Beauty.”
I said, “Um, that’s a horse.”
As we walked through the woods she said, “Black Beauty was my all-time top favourite book when I was little.”
I said, “Yes, but you didn’t want to BE a horse, did you? You wanted to HAVE a horse.”
Vaisey said, “No, I wanted to be the horse. I was Black Beauty.”
“You were Black Beauty?”
“Yes, you know, free and galloping and so on. With black hair like yours. Not red hair. Sometimes just trotting along. Or cantering in high spirits. Look, I can even do dressage.”
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