Fred!
Good old Fred!
I thought the rest of the family forgot all about me when Dad sold me to the circus.
Not good old Fred, though.
You were always Dad’s favorite.
He used a paper bag with you and a plastic bag with me.
He said that way I could see the fireworks show.
And to think I was jealous of you, especially when he told you that the red-dot-cat-toy-thingy he shined in your eyes for the laser show.