Grandma Shares the Truth
Poindexter was irritated about his name
His litter mates were Frisky, Fralin, Frederick and Frances.
Why had he not been blessed with a name beginning with an F?
He could not ask his mother, for that might seem disrespectful.
His father was not approachable, so he dared not ask him.
He finally asked his grandmother who knew exactly why.
They looked into your eyes and you have the eyes of Grandpa.
My husband, the love of my life, Poindexter Fox.
They could name you nothing else.
It was as if he had come back to life.
Poindexter finally felt good.
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