Once you become adept in your object writing, with bushels of sense-bound images glittering on the kitchen table, what do you do with them? Here's some food for thought.
When I was in kindergarten, we got a new puppy.
I told Sister Mary Elizabeth, “I got a new puppy. His name is Rusty.”
“That's nice,” she smiled, in her kindergarten teacher sort of way.
“Can I bring Rusty to school for Show-and-Tell?”
“No, no,” she said, shaking her finger (they always shake their fingers). “We don't bring our pets to school.” (Who is we, anyway?)
I put on my best sad, irresistible face, and it had the usual effect. So she was quick to say, “But you could bring something of Rusty's, a picture, or his ...