Sometimes there is too much pressure on me. All my toys are out, waiting.
‘I want to watch you play with your toys,’ she says.
But I am not a performing seal!
I am going outside. It is dark and peaceful there.
No. I am going to hide under the chair. She can’t see me.
‘Where have you gone, Sasha,’ she says.
I am being quiet. Unlike some noisy and demanding humans.
It is no use throwing toys at me. I won’t come out.
