"I think I heard something outside. Like a kicking noise. Like a cat. Like maybe someone kicked a cat over the fence into the woods.
One time at our old house pearl got a raccoon. And it died. And we had to throw it over the fence so that maybe something could eat it. Except we don't eat it right? Because we're not animals.
Horses are animals. But they don't eat raccoons. They eat carrots.
I didn't like to feed the horses carrots at Catie's house but now I do like horses."
Then after a few minutes back in bed...
"I think I almost heard something outside except I didn't. It was probably my horses."
Just a rational bedtime talk at the Messal house.
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