XI.
There's a big fat and new-looking book on my
favorite cushion. I think
I know why it's there. I go up to it slowly, sniffing. Hmmm,
delicious.
Like I expected it has a thick bright yellow card sticking out of
it.
Master says sHe doesn't have time to write out quotations for my
edification. SHe has taken to putting in bookmarks with these
bright
pieces of paper I cannot miss.
I pick it up and look and feel. It's heavy, so I
can use it to wedge
open the trap door while I'm on the roof. Once I got stuck up
there
when it slammed shut in the wind and I couldn't get anything to
open
it. None of the potting knives were thin enough or strong enough.
I
snapped one in half and the piece that broke off flew up in the
air
and I still can't figure out where it landed which I think is
strange.
It has pictures in it. Paintings quite nice. SHe
has written on the
yellow card: "this book is about your ancestry", and I admit that
this makes me curious. The page where card is has a big red
circle
around the part sHe wants me to read, as usual. Inside it says
this:
"Getting out of the Second Millenium to another e-mail address is
very much what I want for all mutated modest witnesses."
This stops me for a whole minute while I
think.
Then I put the book on my head and walk over
to the window without it falling off. I use my tail
for balance. I'm not so modest anyway,
I don't think so.