Shilo's Thoughts

 Have I told you about my stick thing? No matter I'll tell you again. I like sticks. And mum loves me so much she has put so many sticks around the bacon-eating platforms, I will never run out of them. I chew them a lot. Many of them are flavoured with bacon because so many people drop bacon when they eat. So wasteful and clumsy. I eat the bacon, and then later I come back and chew the stick the bacon landed on and flavoured up. It's like a double helping of bacon.  This is the magic of bacon. It flavours everything it touches with its yumminess. If you see me licking the concrete, you'll know why. See? I'm not complicated. If you don't understand what I'm doing, just consider that bacon is involved some way. I feel about bacon they way many of you feel about your bikes, your partners, or your pups. You don't get to eat those things. But I get to eat bacon. Sucks to be you.

 As I said the other day, Mum has been sad because our friend Gary is not around anymore. So because I love my mum. and I loved Gary, I had to find a way to cheer her up. Yes, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I should dig some more dancing holes for Will. When he steps into one of them and starts dancing and yelling my name, it cheers everyone up. It's just not possible to be sad when Will is dancing, yelling and crashing into things. I never understood why he bothered filling them in. It's not like I wouldn't dig others whenever I wanted to. So I put a few new ones in on the path Will takes when he covers himself with water every morning. Mum was having her cup of tea when he stepped into the first one. The dancing started immediately, and mum laughed a little bit. That made me feel very good. I like making mum laugh. I think Will does too. Why else would he step into my dancing holes? It's not like he's blind.