Usually the first thing that Mr. Guy does when he gets home from school is checks for the mail. The second thing he does is put the mail in the recycling bin. This happens every day. I don’t know why the mailman keeps bringing the recycling back after Mr. Guy puts it in the big blue bin. Maybe Mr. Guy needs to color over his address on his recycling so the mailman doesn’t know where to deliver it.
Today Mr. Guy asked if I wanted to go with him to check the mail. I opened the mailbox and there it was again…all of that recycling. Mr. guy said that I should look carefully before I just put everything in the big blue bin.
It said, “It’s here!” I asked Mr. Guy what was here. He told me to look at the name on the envelope. It was for me! I got mail! I had no idea what it was. Then I remembered that a few days ago Mr. Guy told me that he had ordered me a present. I had already forgotten that so I was super surprised that the envelope was a present for me!
I asked Mr. Guy if it was OK to open it right now. He said, “Sure!” I stood right there at the mail box and tore open the envelope.
“It’s a brand new shirt!!! And it’s blue! And it has lots of other colors too!”
Mr. Guy said that he ordered it for me last week after The Lady had frosted my claws and then the colors crashed with my fur and my shirts. He thought this one would match almost any color that my claws might be. I like all of the different colors, but I wasn’t sure about the design. It has all those different colors of pizza where the pieces are not cut evenly. Someone is going to get a great big piece and someone else is going to get a little tiny piece. They seemed like very unfair pizzas to me.
Mr. Guy explained that they are not unfair pizzas, but rather, they are peace signs. I know what peace is, sort of, but I don’t think I have seen a peace sign. I have only seen Stop signs and Stop signs are fair signs. All of their pieces are equal. I would think that a peace sign would have equal pieces. Hey…those two peace/piece words sound the same but their letters are different. I am glad that The Lady helped me use the right letters in the right words.
Mr. Guy and The Lady tried to explain to me why this shape is called a peace sign. It involved a lot of history going back to 1958. That is a long time ago!!! Mr. Guy said it was not THAT long ago, only 58 years. He told me that he has one more year of history than the peace sign. Anyway, I didn’t understand most of the history stuff they were telling me. All I need to know is that this sign is now a symbol of piece peace. It means good things.