Clara was licking the butter off the top of her english muffin just now. She was thinking of something and staring at the window. She turned and caught my eye.

“I wish there was a TV show about dogs, but like where dogs were in charge of everything. I only know of maybe one show like that.” She flipped the muffin over and licked the other side a few times. “There really needs to be a lot more of them though. Like, four,” She set the perfectly licked clean muffin aside, “I mean, at least four. More would be better.”