The First Three Years

During the night, the white stuff must have been dancing again. Everything was hidden under it once more. For some time it was like the days with the whipped cream but we didn`t get them. Meanwhile, daddy was busy in the kitchen. One of them had rather loud voice. Tommy joined them in the kitchen at once. I stayed in the living room. From time to time I heard that one of them also had one of our kind at home. The slightly one came to me and stroke me. They stayed for a while, then they were gone.

The thing kept happening with the containers, which were then stashed in baskets and bags. This time they came earlier and left later. They had arrived pretty much the way they had left, that is to say loaded down. It was dusk already and both of them sloped off to bed. This day they slept almost through the whole day. I was amazed because normally, only Tom and I did that. Once again, all was white. We saw daddy outside in between the dancing flakes, brushing off mummy`s vehicle.

The usal routine returned. We didn`t see daddy every day any more. It was a "whipped cream day" again. During the day everything was normal. Only towards the evening, all that changed. What were those two up to today? I had never seen the both of them so dolled-up!................