Today Mr. Guy told me all about his dad, mostly about how he worked for the Missouri Pacific Railroad as a claims attorney. Mr. Guy explained that whenever there was wreck center that involved a train, his dad would go investigate how it happened. When Mr. Guy was a little boy he rode the trains with his dad…not the wrecked trains, the good trains. When he was on the train, he drank his milk out of a little glass milk bottle and his dad used the coffee mug. Now Mr. Guy uses the coffee mug and I get to drink my milk out of the same glass milk bottle that he used when he was a little monster boy.
I liked learning about Mr. Guy’s dad and I like that The Lady took a picture of us with the railroad mug and bottle, but I don’t like her picture AT ALL! She made me a little furry gray and grayer monster, not the little furry blue and orange monster that I am. Monsters who were born gray should be gray in their pictures. Monsters who were born blue and orange should always be blue and orange in their pictures! Mr. Guy said that his fur used to be brown but turned gray when he grew up so he looks OK in The Lady’s picture. If my fur turns gray when I grow up, then pictures of me can be gray and grayer. Right now, I want them to be blue and orange!
The Lady told me that she made the picture gray and grayer because Mr. Guy and I were too colorful. With my blue and orange fur and his green plaid shirt, the red train logos were barely noticeable and they are the most important part of the picture. I guess I understand that, but I don’t like it. I hope this is the last gray picture that The Lady wants to take of me…until my fur is gray like Mr. Guy’s.