It’s that time. She moves a big ball around, cuts it lots with a knife and then makes good smells over there with it. This time she has two pans, a big one and she’s pouring small coloured blobs into the hot water. She’s cut up the round smelly thing and put it in the other pan. She looks like she’s crying. Her face is wet. I snuffle her. She pats me. Ah there’s that smell from the garden. She’s chopped it up too and it’s in with the smelly stuff. Now she’s putting smaller light blobs in the water. Out come some bottles from behind the big door. Mmm interesting packets in there. I must come closer to see what she’s taking out of the water. She’s moving everything around together in a bowl and it looks pretty. Mmm I like the smell of the big pan best. She’s put stuff from it into that noisy machine. It’s boring. It goes on too long. Stop! Ooh it’s all gooey inside.
Oh there are those long things on her arms, I found one on the floor. It tasted strange. She looked worried and took it out of my mouth slowly. That animal on her head would be good to sniff, even pull apart! I saw her using big blades to cut some holey black stuff. She’s wearing it round her shoulders. She seems to think she’s a bird. Her teeth look strange.