One day a couple of weeks ago, Freckle gave me a dandelion. He brought it from the front yard to where I stood at the kitchen sink. I made over this flower - the first I remember him ever giving me - and put it in a plastic orange cup of water, placing it on the windowsill, so he could see how much I loved it every time he passed by.
Since then, whenever he's in "hot water," he'll ask me, "You wike your fwower?" as if to remind me that, amidst the bad, he does a lot of good, too.
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