Crazy

We’ve always known this girl is a little crazy. We couldn’t find her one afternoon, and I guessed she was off tending to a hurt bird, catching ladybugs, singing to a kitty, strategically placing rocks into the backyard, or maybe opening 4 cans of cat food. I did not guess that she would be sitting on the bottom shelf in Papa’s stinky shed curled up in some old, nasty carpet that she shaped into a chair. “I was just resting. It’s comfy here.” Yuck!