♪I live in my own mind♪
♪Ain't nothin' but a good time♪
♪No rain, just sunshine♪
♪Out here in my own mind.♪
Howdy, y'all. What's shakin'?
I wanted to talk about "my
tail" today.
Actually,
I'm not really sure it's mine at all. You see, while it is firmly
attached to my rear end, I don't know how it got there. It's always been
there, as far as I can remember. When I was younger, I tried to capture it
and hold it for questioning but every time I got it and started to ask
questions, it would get away. So I've pretty much decided it's going to
stay a mystery. But that doesn't keep me from wondering--why is it there?
What is it for?
It wags a lot.
I
don't tell it to, it just does. The funny thing is, though, when it wags,
I feel happy! Now, I'm happy most of the time, so it's not like that's out
of the ordinary, but I can't figure out why. Do I feel happy because it
wags? Does it wag because I am happy?
I have to admit it is a handsome tail. If I had gotten to pick a tail, it would look like this one. I think it suits me. (And I'm not just saying that because it's listening!) So I guess it's just one of the many things that make me perfect.