Happy

My name
is Artemis.
But I prefer Art.
I like to be called Art
because Artemis sounds silly to shout.
There are forks
and spoons
on the table.
I cannot quite reach them
because I am sitting on the floor.
And besides
Larry
would be mad if I took them
no matter how bright
and shiny
they are.
Larry is my friend.
He watches me
and makes sure I don't
do anything dumb.
This is what Larry tells me.
I know things that Larry does not tell me.
I know the clock.
The clock can be loud if you listen
but quiet if you don't.
I know the book.
The book has a bright cover
with a lot of colors.
I like the cover of the book.
But it has no pictures inside.
I do not like the inside.
I know the refrigerator.
Larry thinks I cannot open it
but I can
open the fridge.
Larry is coming into the room.
He waves to me.
I wave back.
He asks
am I okay?
Yes, silly,
I tell him.
Then why am I on the floor?
Because I didn't
want to sit on the chair. And can
I have a spoon?
No, I can't.
I frown at
Larry.
Larry
frowns at me.
He looks
very silly.
I laugh.
And he laughs.
Larry and I are
happy.