The master pulled me aside the other day. She wanted to reminisce about the old times, she said. Whatever that means.

She showed me some pictures of me when I was younger. She says I was a lot more manageable and cuter then. I don’t know what she’s going on about. I think I’m perfectly fine the way I am.

She says that this picture is her favourite. Apparently she took it when we went to the park. She said that during the time the picture was taken, I was about to smile for the camera, but someone had caught my attention and I had wondered if they had called for me.

I don’t think I have ever smiled in a photo.

End.