“What a treat to be
a boring old lady” she thinks to herself, eating a container of yogurt for
breakfast before taking her morning pills and getting her shower.
She turns the water
on and then scans the shower stall.
“Where is he today?”
she asks out loud and then spots the treefrog clinging to the shower head. “That’s
not gonna work, buddy” she says, picking him up. He hops from her hand to her
arm and then onto her face. “Come on, Theodore. Act normal” she chides, setting him on the ledge
so she can take her boring shower.
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