Berberis' World

I wouldn’t have hurt him. Ask anyone. I’m really good with little ‘uns. I can cuddle them and smooth their little heads and they go all quiet and sleepy and I wouldn’t have hurt him, I swear.

I didn’t mean to hurt her. Ask anyone. But she left him alone and he was lonely and upset and crying and all and I just wanted to make him stop. And I did. And then I thought he wanted to go for a walk so I took him for a walk. He was good. I was good. I pressed the buttons on the thing and waited for the green man before I walked across the road, and I made sure he was warm and not too tired and I talked to him all the time.

And I didn’t hurt him, did I? Ask anyone. I left her the other one. That was fair, wasn’t it? She had two and I had none and I wanted one, so I took him. I would have taken the two of them but someone would have noticed me with one in each arm, someone would have stopped me. No one stops anyone with just one, do they? One is normal. Two is not.

I had two, a long time ago. It seems like a long time ago now. I was very young and it scared me each time, so they decided to take them away, each time.

My babies. I’d had two. I wanted two again, and I would have taken both of them. She left them alone and crying and I would have taken them both. But I know how it is to have two and then have none. So I took one when I wanted two. And I’m sorry.