Ferus Alley
For Popo and all of us a little bite to eat
Where’s My Bagel?
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well if one has not dined well.”
Virginia Woolf
Popo stretched and woke from her long winter nap. When she laid down, it was summer, but Mother got a hair up her ass and flipped everything around. It was now winter.
More critical for Popo was hunger. She was cranky and hungry. She walked across the island she was on and found no humans around. The glaciers were deep, and there was nothing green where she was. She shook her head, knowing she’d allowed her wanderings to go too far afield.
A funny little dolphin popped up and said, “You look like you’re lost.”
“Well, not exactly lost but not where I want to be.”
“Where do you want to be?”
“Where there’s food.”
He jumped and tittered, saying, “There’s food all around you.” He dove down into the water, then popped back up and tossed a fish onto…
