Giza

Pet my head.

I can’t eat unless you pet my head.

Shiny floor.

Can’t walk on the shiny floor.

Pet my head.

Pet my head.

Shiny floor.

Can’t walk on the shiny floor.

Should I eat?

No, shiny floor.

Pet my head.

You’re not doing it right.

Can you stop looking at that little machine

for one second?

Pet my head.

Here, I’ll help you.

I’ll put my head under your hand.

You say,

Giza, stop,

Giza, stop,

Giza, stop.

Should I go eat?

No, shiny floor.

Pet my head.

Okay, I can eat.

Jump across shiny floor

to the rug in the kitchen.

Pet my head?

No, I see food.

Carry a mouthful

to the living room.

Spit it out on the blue bed.

Eat it.

Still hungry.

Pet my head.