But I thought it was small of him to let me go like that... I stayed home with Sarah.
Which made it worse---she fed me.
It got so I couldn't reach the refrigerator door anymore.
And then she put me on a small silver chain.
Soon I was two feet tall.
I had to use a potty chair to shit.
But she still let me have my beer, as promised.
Ah, my little pet," she said, "you're so small and cute!" "I'm not a duck, I'm a man!" "Oh my little sweet man-y-man!" She picked me up and kissed me with her red lips... Sarah got me down to being 6 inches tall.
She carried me to the store in her purse.
I could look out at the people through the little air holes she had poked in her purse.
I will say one thing for the woman.
She still allowed me to have my beer.
I drank it by the thimble.
A quart would last me a month.
In the old days it was gone in 45 minutes.
I was resigned.
I knew that if she wished to do so she could make me vanish entirely.
Better 6 inches than nothing.
Even a little life becomes very dear when you near the end of life.
