I told Raelynn, she should've played the game I wanted to play.
Some people just don't listen, until you make them listen.
After we got back to Raelynn's house that day, she asked me "what d'ya wanna do now ?" I said "Let's play with George". George was this hamster (or gerbil or whatever he was), she got for her birthday. "I bet George would like to fly." Raelynn said that was silly, he can't fly, he's a gerbil (or hamster, or whatever he was).
"But we can help him fly", I said. "We'll make a parachute !" I got some string, and told Raelynn to put George in a pillowcase, so he wouldn't run away.
We took George outside on the landing, and Raelynn watched me while I tore the pillowcase in strips around the edge. I tied it around George's little hamster-gerbil-stomach, and held him over the landing. I told Raelynn, "Don't worry."
And then I let him go.
For a moment, he hung there in the air. Then he dropped and then he hit the ground. Raelynn hurried down the steps; she scooped George in her hands and put him back inside his cage. Then she stood there crying, like that would help him now.
It took two weeks for George to die.
I told Raelynn she should've played the game I wanted to play.
Some people just don't listen.
Until you make them listen.
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