The Mayor knows he is not supposed to hurt The Rooster and for more than two years he's resisted.
Lately she's been pushing and poking him constantly and he's started hitting her.
The Rooster wails and tattles.
The Mayor lies and denies her accusations.
Troubled, K sat and talked with The Mayor last night.
"Mayor," he said, "when you are kind, gentle and loving you become your strongest and most powerful self."
Intrigued by the idea of achieving ultimate strength and power, The Mayor pledged a renewed allegiance to kindness and gentility.
[Which I am sure he will remember and honor for... oh... fifteen minutes or so.]
The Rooster will be a tougher nut.
This morning she looked at the newspaper and said,
"That's the Dalai Lama," I told her.
"Hello Dalai!" The Rooster shouted.
I smiled at her greeting.
"This is how you say hello to the Dalai Lama," I said showing her.
With our palms pressed together, we bowed towards the photo.
She was quiet for a moment and then said,
"Why is he called dolly?"
Recognizing where she's coming from, I realized it may take awhile for her to get all the way to the kind and gentle part of the discussion.