-Pytho, you python! You sure like to play tricks on us!

Grandpals basket was now full. It was time to go home. We set on our way and Pytho was rummaging through the leaves, either behind us, or in front of us. We got home and grandmal asked:

-And the dog? Where is it?

-Hels here, said grandpal. He ate from the gypsyls morel and became invisible.

-Yes, I reiterated, and I lifted my arms and let them fall in disappointment.

-Oh, God, said grandmal, and how many days will he be like this?

-Letls hope one day, said grandpal.

The next day it was Sunday. Father came, picked us up in his car, and took all three of us to a near-by town. We didnlt take Pytho with us, because invisible as he was he wouldnlt have been safe in a crowd. We put food in his bowl and saw how it starting disappearing, then we heard him shuffling in his water bowl. We locked the door, he had his doggy door, and we left.