Nobody cares about me.
I think about a lot of things.
Like why my dog’s nose is always cold and mine isn’t.
Or why some flowers smell good and other don’t.
And why Billy Michaels has pickles every day in his lunch box, but I never do.
But nobody is interested.
Nobody at all.
Mom says people who are different get lots of attention.
So I’m working on a plan.
I call it THE DIFFERENT PLAN.