June V

I was planning to take my full set of gladiator figurines with me to Pompeii, but Dad said there wouldn’t be room for them in the cart.

But guess what I saw when I clambered in? Mum’s sacred chickens. So we’ve got room for THEM, have we?

Mum is obsessed with those chickens. The only way she can make any decisions is to ask their opinion by offering them grain. Apparently, she asked if they wanted to come, and they said yes, so she HAD to bring them.

I admit that the chickens didn’t look much like they wanted to come, but are they really going to squawk for the whole journey?

Mum cares more about those chickens than about me. I’m surprised she didn’t make me and Dad carry them on a litter.