It all started
when
my girl
read that book
on pet care.
"Pets need exercise,"
the book said.
"Time for a walk!"
my girl said.
The next thing
I know
I am
outside
with a view
of the sky.
Air
all around
me
- sort of -
rolling
down the street.
Slosh. Splish. Splash.
I'm
pretty sure
pulling my tank
down the street
in a wagon
isn't
what the book
intended.