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!”