Molly Bloom, approaching her second birthday, is smart. She has a growing vocabulary, moods, and an interest in people and other animals. She is afraid of thunder storms.
This is an irrational fear. She hides, she trembles, she pushes up beside me and pants anxiously. She’s smart but she’s primitive. I think she believes in god. What else could cause those tremendous flashes and rumblings? Poor little beastie.
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