Molly Pig in the Big City

Dear Cowabelle,

I’m having such a tough time in the Big City – you’re the most sophisticated friend I’ve got, so I figured you could maybe give me some pointers about how I should act here.

And trust me, I need pointers. LOTS of pointers. I’m NOT good at city living.

I think the problem is that the city is so…big. I keep getting confused about where we are (and maybe I’ve complained about that a few times to Polly) But today? Today was the worst. I actually got totally lost. I was out to lunch with Polly and her family, and I had to go to the bathroom. The restaurant was HUGE, but I managed to find it. When I tried to find our table again, though – I couldn’t. I had NO idea where Polly’s family was sitting! I tried to flag down a waiter, but they were so busy delivering food, they didn’t notice me. I started wandering around and around the restaurant, and somehow I ended up out on the patio.

Outside!

I knew we weren’t sitting out there, but when I tried to get back into the restaurant, a waiter stopped me and asked if I was there with anyone (he said they had noticed me wandering around). I said yes, but that I couldn’t find my friend Polly.

And then? I felt like I was going to cry. Cowabelle, it was embarrassing! But I was so frustrated. I had been gone from the table for at least twenty minutes, and the restaurant was so loud and I just couldn’t find Polly’s family and I thought, “what if they just go back to the hotel?” Then I couldn’t remember the name of the hotel we were at…it was AWFUL.

Anyway, the waiter asked some of the other waiters if they had seen a family matching the description I gave. One familiar-looking waiter smiled and said  that was the family she was serving.

So she took me back to the table.

Polly’s parents looked SO glad to see me. I was THRILLED to see them. Polly, on the other hand, wasn’t exactly happy. She didn’t speak to me until we were walking down the street. That’s when she said, “Maybe we should leave a trail of bread crumbs wherever we go so you don’t get lost again.”

And stomped off.

I can’t wait to come home.

Love,

Molly