Why look so down and gloomy Dalton, ask Nanny.
I so miss my old house Nanny, replied Dalton.
Yes, I also miss my house there in the city, and my old friends.
Don't you like our new house here in the country.
Well, Nanny, the house it pretty, but.
Tell Nanny what you feel Dalton.
I look out the window and all I see here are cows, and pastures.
My friends are all back home.
I miss the staircase there in the old house, where Amber, Brandon, and I use to play on.
Why did you sell our house to that guy Chris?
I want to go home, Nanny.
This is our new home now Dalton.
Soon you will make new friends here, lot's of new friends.
You will ride a new bus to school.
Look outside there.
Amber, Brandon, and you will have the entire field to play in.
Nanny will put you up a swing set to play on, and we will get a basketball hoop for the three of you to play basketball.
You see Dalton.
This was originally Nanny's home.
So when I retired, I wanted to move back to my home place.
Nanny, who will feed my pet squirrels.
Chris, who bought the house will, sweetheart.
He promised me to feed the squirrels, their nuts every day.
Nanny, what will Virgil do, now that I have moved.
Sweetheart, surely Virgil will miss the lot of you three.
We will visit him and Mary from time to time, when we go to visit Richmond, again.
Nanny, and when the spaceship lands on Virgils roof, well what do you think Chris will do.
I am sure he will be surprised, Dalton.
He will want to move, I bet.
Then we can buy and move back into our old house.
Well son, I am sure Virgil will let Chris now about the spaceship landing on the roof.
Yes, Nanny.
You just wait till Chris sees that.
I bet he will also run and hide, just like I did.
Then he will want to move.
Then we can buy our old house back, and go home.
We will wait and see sweetheart.
Only, for now, can you catch the school bus in the morning.
Try and make friends, here, till Chris changes his mind.
Yes, Nanny, I promise you I will.
However, I sure hope the spaceship lands soon.
So as Amber, Brandon, and I, can go home.

Copyright © 2003 Debra Richardson Faulconer Baker