The Elder

by carolynholm

Dear Mommy,

Sometimes I wish Puffin would just go away.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

He’s been crabby today. I think it’s because I wouldn’t let him sleep in Poppy’s bed. He purposely lounges there because he knows it upsets her. So I was quite stern with him and chased him out of her bed. He’s unhappy about that.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

That’s when he came straight to bully me. What a jerk.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

Well, he’s our jerk.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

It happens a lot. Whenever he’s crabby he picks on me.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

You seem to get back at him when he does.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

He needs to respect me. I’m an Elder.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

No, you aren’t an Elder. You are just older. Everyone becomes older. Not everyone becomes an Elder.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

I can’t be an Elder?

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

No, only if you are there to help your community.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

But I do! I cause our community to get wild and playful. I instigate full-on racing throughout the house!!!!!!!

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

I notice Poppy has been joining in on that!

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

She does! I run through the room, tap her as I run past, and she jumps up and chases me down the hall. We go up and down the stairs and back again. And when she gets just a little too playful, I leap out of reach.

Love, Mia

 

Dear Mia,

Sounds like the best sort of community.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Mommy,

So I think I’ve earned the title Elder. Now I’m going to go explain that to Puffin.

Love, Mia

 

 

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