When Peep woke up on Sunday morning, the Mommy was already dressed. That was very unusual, because Peep always got up first, and usually had to wake the Mommy up. The Mommy and the Daddy had been talking for days about Mommy leaving to go to Virginia. She wasn’t sure that Virginia was a nice place, because sometimes Mommy and Daddy looked sad when they talked about it. Well, it had to be nicer than Tibet. No place was worse than Tibet, where you got shots and there were scary cats and dogs.
Peep ate some food (the Daddy had given them yummy squishy food AND crunchy food. That was really good. Almost as good as the Mommy does, although there wasn’t any bacon. Peep curled up on the fleecy soft thing that the Daddy had put on the trunk, tucked her nose in her tail and went to sleep. As she fell asleep, she thought to herself that the Mommy would probably be back when she woke up in the morning. She’d better be, or the poo box wouldn’t smell very good, and she’d have to go back to going under the bed.