Ever since we moved into this thing called ‘living’ we came across these things called ‘doors’. To cut it short, we don’t like them, and we try either covering them up by putting 2400 cotton balls on them, or colored cards. If any way possible, we remove them. This is because doors do a special thing to the heart too: they close. They close off things. People think they are safe behind closed doors. But this will never keep you safe from getting hurt emotionally.
So. A door. Sheebo wanted to keep a little visibility between this thing called ‘hallway’ and ‘living room’. But it needn’t be a door. He had an idea.
Oh, how we herd our flock well,.. they remember all kinds of stuff.. especially where we keep it.
Sheebo went straight for what he came for.
A bamboo curtain.
‘Err.. looks more like a braids of cain.’
What Sheebo accidentally forgot to remember was that we also live in this world where everything (capitals!), if it wires or even resembles a wire, tends to tangle up.
‘I am starting to have flash back memories to the time we had to disentangle the christmäh lighting.’
‘Oh, the agony of that memory!’
But sometimes you have to start with the fun things first, because this will give you so much satisfaction that you can use the overflowing energy to do lesser fun chores.
We gave Sheebo a hook.
And a hand (because he was not quite big enough to reach the door post).
‘Hihi, hook! If I am going to hang here for you to see, I can say that I am hooked to you!’
‘Jaaay, hooked! And a gay butterfly.’
(see how that excessive energy is already coming??)
Again a hand. To hand the curtain.
This is what we wanted. Now we have a door AND a see through thingy. We like our doors to be visible, unvisible, and audible. Nobody can walk in and our of the hall way now without us hearing it.
‘But there is still this entangled stuff.’
‘If I pretend to be that gay butterfly again, will you help me hang it straight?’
But eh.. you know what butterflies also do.. right?