I like to play in this big house because it’s fun and I have so many places I can go.

  I like to be outside or sit in a big empty room or nap in a stuffy closet with only one coat.

  I’m not trying to hide, but somehow, always, someone finds me.

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  I’m not hiding on purpose.

  I just like to be alone sometimes.

  I’m always a little sad when someone comes into the room I’m in.

  But I’m always a little happy, too.

  It’s nice to be found.