There is a Norman at home.
Here we bought her a toy: a small plush rat. She grabbed her, and let her run with her through the apartment: then under the bed in a dark corner, then high on the closet, then on the window she will sit, or run to the bathroom, in the bathroom with water to swim.
It was like showing a rat in the apartment.

And now I look at the Olympic torch, and it’s like deja vu: somewhere I’ve already seen it.