Dog Quixote de La Mancha wandered the desert
this week because Dulcinea was nowhere to be found.
I do not care about the BeagleSword
and I have already forgotten what
we witnessed in the rabbit hole.
Today I have a bad attitude.
Dulcinea is visiting her sisters.
I do not like the desert.
I do not like alone.
I feel small,
like the little
French policeman.