Blame It On Max

Alma was good at lots of things, but listening was not one. “Don’t go for a walk by yourself, little one,” I had told her many times before.

But Alma knew better and she wasn’t alone after all. She had Max.

So, off they went… for a stroll towards the park, but the sun started to set. It was almost dark… And what was that she heard?

She started to run… “Hurry, MAX! Pick up the pace! I hears Mommy calling! We’re going to be late for dinner and I is blaming YOU!”

Published by adventureswithalma

I’m Alma’s mom. A Doll collector, writer, and miniaturist.

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