Hi nice friends!
I think that maybe possibly Mr. Mordred just might find a reason to feel awfully much better since the love of his whole life wrote in and said this in the comments after he put up his poetical poem:
Querido Mordred,
My mami and papi and me are thinking about you very hard right now. Even when they think I am esleeping, I am in reality using all of my thoughts to make that canned estuff in your estomago go away. I hope to present you with a gift of chicken bones upon your return to health. Also, please tell Morgane that I am truly sorry I growled at her when she came to Mami's fiesta. I am sometimes forgetting the manners I learned since coming here from the streets of Puerto Rico.
Besos,
India
I am just a little whippet dog, but I know that when your heart thumps very hard and happy for someone, it can't help but make your heart feel good all over your body.
xoxoMorgane
