It looks like a dog with a crown. Let’s name it a King or a Princess name. Let’s call him Charlemagne. It looks like a brick walkway in France. Oui, medames. Oui, monsieur. Probably in Paris. It could be a parade and a lot of people are walking around. They’re marching. It’s a promenade, a passeigatta, a pasquenade.
It’s a pet parade! All the pets are marching: a horse, a hamster on a leash, a llama, a goldfish in a bowl, a lizard/an iguana, a cat (uccelli), birds (les oiseaux). It’s named Felix.
We hear laughing, cheering, a marching band, applauding as the animals pass, right on the sidewalks of France, and honking of horns. We see a lot of color, a man on the saddle of a horse-you can see the red reigns, blue sky, blue ocean, someone making crepes at a creperie, with Nutella, jelly, more crepes, maples syrup, and French butter. We smell dogs (!), cologne, hot dogs, animals, madeleines flowers, and salt water wafting onto the promenade.
Charlemagne has a family. The dog, the animals are all part of the animal family. The people are shopping at the Champs Elysee while the pets have a parade.
The animals are all friends. They’re going to find more friends. He’s going to lick a person’s hand. He’s going to make a run for it. Whoa! He’s going to seek freedom.
Created by Avamere at Port Townsend Storytellers. 15 June, 2018