Big Red 1

Now that e enjoys the privilege of sleeping without bars or canvas restraints some interesting new behaviours are apparent. The one I can remember at present without any increase in pulse is that she comes to our room each morning. We awaken to the sound of her little feet crossing the dining room. When she enters our room, clutching her cross-dressing bear-rabbit like a bangalore torpedo, she hits the floor at the base of our bed like Mark Hamill storming the beach head in the above-named movie. She won't get up until we look over the foot board and address her in some manner. She laughs, we laugh, Lee Marvin laughs.