SHE's off travelling again, after finding a cheap(ish) flight.
SHE just chose a random date out of the air
and made plans.
(A niggling in the back of her brain recognised the date.)
The date was familiar. It was important.
It is my (Bella's) birthday.
I'm going to be seven years old.
No special outing....
Locked away at the kennels......
with Roxy and Dui.
By the time you read this,
SHE'll be halfway to the U.S.
(We'll celebrate in May.)