When I was younger, I didn’t mind chasing a fly every now and then. But, these days, flies are annoying. So, I was very upset this afternoon when a fly came into the sunroom and started buzzing around as though it had the right to be there. Joan opened the door to let it escape, but I escaped instead. As fast as my legs would carry me, I ran to the corner of the yard—a little triangular haven under the vines where it smells like mint—and hid. No flies there. It’s my secret spot.
It was a lovely time. But, then Shane and Saki came along and I had to sit around with them and pretend I didn't have a secret.
Best wishes, Juno
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