In nineteen ninety five my next door neighbors, Eunice and Diana, found an abandoned puppy and rescued her.
They named her Molly.
Soon Molly came over to live with me and a bunch of cats.
As much fun as cats were to Molly, she soon grew tired of getting claws stuck in her nose.
So she soon made freinds with the girl in the front apartment, Sophie.
She particularly liked the way Sophie tasted, like a furry chewy strip.
When Sophie moved away, Molly had to settle for ordinary stuffed toys.
Now that Molly is much older, we sit around and have deep intellectual conversations.
Last night she told me, that after watching all of the debates on TV, that she's pretty sure she'll vote for Barak Obama.
Hey this is Florida, anyone can vote. They just don't count them.