Thank goodness. I thought I would be spending all day here in this yucky hospital but my mother came with a new outfit for me and a smile on her face. Told me I would be coming home and she made my favorite: cinnamon french toast. Though it's one in the afternoon. Oh, I don't mind. I will eat her lovely french toast any time.
I do hope my rabbit folds himself into my locket before I leave. I would hate for him to get lost in this eery hospital and miss the french toast. That would be the worst.