Amazing news. Caesar is letting me ride in the parade tomorrow.
He’s going to ride through the crowds in a golden chariot, and, as a reward for saving his life, he’s asked me and Dad to follow in our own chariot.
Tomorrow is going to be the coolest day EVER.
Dad came into my room tonight and asked what I was going to wear. Eh? Doesn’t he know I always wear my tunic, except for when it’s being washed in wee?
But then he pulled out a toga. My first EVER toga. I’d thought I’d have to wait a couple of years to get one of those, but Dad says I’ve proved I’m ready.
Wow ... togas are really heavy, and seriously hard to put on.
Even when I’d finally got it on, it made my left arm ache really badly. But it’s fine – I’m a hero now. I survived that awful stitch in my side when I was running to save Caesar, so I’m sure I can put up with a slight pain in my arm.
