Mom is making me Stay. She is making me Stay everywhere. I have to Stay on the grass. I have to Stay on the bricks. I even have to Stay when she goes into the kitchen. The kitchen!
Today she made me Stay near the fence. I couldn't move.
She says I have to Stay Still. She says I twitch, she says I hitch.
But what really happened is that I ITCH!
Mom felt bad when she discovered my lumpy face. She said the mosquitoes are back.
They are not back. They are front. Right on my face!