There are strangers in our place.
Mama says it’s okay, but I am not so sure.
They are poking into things that don’t belong to them.
Mama says they are doing a survey of the building
and she is letting them look in here.
I don’t know how to count so I can’t tell you how many there are,
but there are a lot of people in here and it is crowded.
I don’t know what a survey is either just that it involves nosy people.
Teddy is in the bedroom under the quilt. He is afraid of strangers.
I better go check on him.