The Mailman Brought Me a Gift

There is this guy who comes to our house every day and, sometimes, he leaves something called a "package." I love packages. They have sharp corners to scratch my cheeks on and, sometimes, packing material.

Mom got a birthday package with a ton of brown paper in it. That is the best stuff. It is crinkly and puffy and I can hide real good in it. Dads will hid my toys in it and then I will rip the paper apart trying to find them. We've had the paper for nearly 4 weeks now. It's all wrinkly and flat but I love it so much that I told mom we can't throw it away. Ever.

When I'm done playing with the paper, I use it as a blanket and curl up for a nap in the box.

The #1 rule in theatre is, If you can see them, They can see you. Therefore, since I can't see you, you clearly cannot see me....