Life is like a bag. It encourages you to make the choices and take the actions necessary in creating meaningful and fulfilling days.
‘Not this bag!’ Lucy said. ‘This is something that Potamotrygorgeous took home. It’s quite heavy, let me try pushing it over.’
‘Let me help,’ Rosa said.
‘Eh, Rosa? I meant push me so I can push the bag.’
‘Ah let her push whatever she likes,’ Sheebo said. ‘I don’t mind.’
But the girls were not focused on Sheebo. They were focused on the bag.
‘Again,’ Sheebo said, ‘if you keep touching each other like that, nothing will come to this story!’
Rosa eventually pulled something out of the bag. What was it?
Lucy had something too. The same balls, but then a different color.
Sheebo -again thinking with this male brain of his- only heard the word balls and wanted to find out what all the fuss was about.
Also he pulled out something. Two bags! Again of different color.
‘Cant-I join in,’ Candy asked.
Sure thing sweetie! Pose away.
So, here we are, Potamotrygorgeous, four sheep, five bags. One job: are you going to answer this question?