Drums professor is teaching in my childhood bedroom on Kemper court. He helps repair a pair of Lynae’s drums. I pick up a bongo and the bottom immediately cracks right off.
A little round jug or goblet for Henry rat, full of special flavored milk. So good I keep finding a little brown rat — or a little black and grey rat? — or other Henry-pattern-like rats squatting in it. I don’t realize it at the time, but it sounds a lot like our rat Spork.