So I am back. The nice lady and I had a little disagreement over how Meerah should type her widsom. Also, the nice lady did not like it when I said her brain was disturbed. I told her I would not say that anymore . . . out loud.
The nice lady is helping Meerah with her book. So I am typing and sending my widsom to her in the e-mail. This is a good thing some of the time. I type and save and put the wisdom I have typed into the e-mail and send it out into the world-wide-web. Meerah is convinced it is a web now and not a nest, because sometimes the e-mail does not reach the nice lady. The spider who lives in the world-wide-web must eat those e-mails.
But the spider is not hungry all the time, so the nice lady gets some of the e-mail. Then she reads Meerah’s wisdom, types suggestions for Meerah and sends it all back in an e-mail. Somehow, the spider never eats her e-mails.
The nice lady has many suggestions for how Meerah should type her wisdom. Some of them Meerah likes and some I do not. The nice lady thinks Meerah should not type so much about goats. What foolishness is this? She also does not like my typing about trash. And the wisdom I wish to share about families she said would not be “relative” to our “target audience.” Meerah cannot find enough words to answer such foolishness. Does the nice lady not understand that families are relatives? And what kind of fool would put a target into an audience? Someone could get hurt that way! Pfffpt.
Pffffppt. I say it again . . . the nice lady’s brain must be disturbed.
The nice lady and I have our disagreement. She still says that her brain is not disturbed. I tell her I am not so sure, and I hope the spider eats her e-mail. She says maybe we need to take a break from Meerah’s book. I tell her maybe she needs to write her own book. She does not have any words after this, but I hear her counting softly. She counts for a long time. I begin to think she is counting something important, so I join her. At 378, I get bored and stop. She continues for a little longer, then asks if Meerah would like to visit the zoo. This sounds better than disagreeing with the nice lady or sending out e-mail to be eaten by the spider, so I say, “Yes.”
The zoo is a great place. Meerah went with the nice lady, her children and some other people. The nice lady called it a field trip, but I thought the zoo was more concrete than field. That did not seem to bother the animals though. Meerah enjoyed seeing all the animals, especially the ones you could touch. That part was like home with chickens, pigs, sheep and goats. Meerah was so excited to see the goats! I went into the pen to look at them closely. I picked out one to take home, but a man from the zoo stopped me. I thought he was trying to get a better price from me for the goat, but it turns out that goat was not for sale. None of the animals at the zoo were for sale! This was a surprise to Meerah.
I tried to reason with the man from the zoo, but he would not listen to any talk of buying or selling the goats or any of the other animals. Some more people from the zoo came and Meerah tried to speak with them about the benefits of selling some of the animals – especially since they had so many and in such good condition. I told them that at my home, in the market, many of the goats, chickens, and sheep would be much sought after. The nice lady interrupted then and pulled Meerah away to look at elephants. When we left, she told me the zoo people asked that Meerah wait awhile before visiting again.
I am OK with that. Meerah needs time to work on her bargaining. Next time I go – I’m leaving with a goat!
