HOW ROY GILROY WAKES UP IN THE CHILDREN’S HOUSE

Children were moving freely about the room just like free kittens.

But they were not jumping and dashing like kittens.

They seemed to have a busy time.

A little boy was carrying pink blocks to a rug. He was placing them one on top of the other. And he built a nice pink tower.

A cute Japanese American girl was sitting in a chair at a table. She was smelling tiny bottles from two boxes.

At another table a boy, maybe only three year old was spooning rice from a bowl into a cup; next to him an even younger girl was spooning dry cut pasta into a glass jar.

In the book corner (I know ‘cause I saw a bookshelf there) I could spot Sheila sitting in a beanbag chair. She was still pouting. It wasn’t fair. She had the beanbag all for herself. I mean I was the one to pout for being squeezed in that bin. I felt like leaping into her lap, and enjoying the beanbag instead.