The day was beautiful. We were locked inside. The neighbor came to rake and we watched carefully. We played with our fake mice and pretended we were outside. There were trees that we won't get to see. Trees that glitter all gold and miraculous, trees which take the keeper's breath away every time she passes them. They line streets nearby and leave lovely gold litter. No, we will never get to see them. She says that it's all for our safety. But we did hear on the grapevine that coyotes roam the street and the ravines. So we play with fur toys and birds on strings. Sigh.
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