He’s resting. It’s getting dark. I mostly see a blob of white and black with figures around the edges. It’s a baby. I don’t see anything significant. He’s sitting on the bed. I see the picture. He’s eating in bed. His name is Junior. His name is Bill. That’s not a boy it’s a girl and she is named Sissy. It looks like he’s going away. There is a suitcase on the bed. Maybe it’s a doctor’s bag?
There is a family but they are not together. They are in the backyard. They should be somewhere out where they can be seen. They are sitting around playing checkers. They are eating in bed.
Who knows how he feels! Chrissy’s mother plays that role. He’s sad and crying because he does not want to go to bed yet. He is crying wa, wa, wa, He is puzzled. He is probably praying.
I think he wants a big ice cream cone. He is saying get me out of here. He wants a bicycle. That’s a logical thing for a boy to want. I think he wants the dog from the first story.
It’s a movie theatre. It’s in a bedroom, It’s on a bookshelf. It’s dusk. It’s not Christmas but a holiday. She’s just sitting in bed. The poor kid does not have any pets. No pets. There are some pets. I think he’s gorgeous!
It’s the same as what started. They have to finish eating and go to sleep. They are all going to stand and argue about where and when the parts will be. What happens next is that I get up and leave!
Story told by female and male storytellers at San Juan Villa community. November 19, 2015