How is it that you can feel lonely, although you are surrounded by your dear mother, your father, and your auntie? Well, they are not my age and do not play in the same manner as my brothers did. Yesterday evening was all right, Jiro had left, but Kiko was still around for me to play with. Today, his new owners came by.
Kiko's new owners seem to be terrific people. They live in Småland in the southern part of Sweden. Daniel was glad to notice they are fans of the same football club as he is, Djurgården. (Note to American readers - this is the kind of football you call soccer.) I am sure Kiko will have a great life. Probably I will as well, but for the moment, I miss my brothers.
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