‘My tummy hurts,’ Silk Josephine tells me this morning.

‘Mmm hmm,’ I say. ‘I bet it does.’ 

‘Why?’ She moans. 

‘Remember what you ate last night on our walk?’ 

‘No.’ 

‘The cat poop?’ 

Silky doesn’t recall. 

‘How about the rabbit poop, the deer poop or the raccoon’s?’ I ask. 

‘No’ Silk says, shaking her head. ‘I don’t remember.’ 

‘Well your tummy does,’ I say, and from somewhere inside of Silky there comes a rumble and then a squeak. 

Silky groans. 

‘I’ll get you some rice. But tonight, how about we pass on the trail snacks. Okay?’ 

‘Okay,' she says. 'Will you help me to remember though?’

‘I will, Josie. I will.’