He Was Right, I Suppose

I hadn't wanted to leave home but wanted less to be late for Brian. The unchanging destination distance delusion dealt by a stubborn seeming steeple made it worse but suddenly I was there, though something at my feet stole the relief. A beetle? No, Brian.

'What, have they started shrinking you and throwing you out of the windows already?'' 'Seems so. You know of course what must happen.' 'I can't . Keep you. With the other pets ' 'Yeah well you should have thought of that when you sat there watching breakfast telly instead of sprinting to catch the bus.'