The continuing exploits of Mr. Finnegan as he conquers the world with his cuteness.

These birthdays are wonderful inventions, I will have to look into having some more of them. As my final birthday present my parents gave me a red piano sized for one of smaller stature. We set it next to the big piano in the front room, so I am prepared to play duets with anyone who is willing. As soon as the new instrument was out of its wrapping I was hard at work composing my next masterpiece.

Piano Man

I am told that Little Richard did it first, but I can play with my feet – with feeling.

This thing is great!

If music is the universal language then I will have to have a word or two with the universe. A one-ah and a two-ah.

Music of the spheres?

If there are no people willing to play a duet with me I will have to play one with myself. I play a few notes on the big piano and dash over to play a quick retort on the little red piano. Oh, what was that? Over to the big piano: here is your answer!

As I approach my later years, or year in this case, I discover that much has been planned for me. One such plan was the unforeseen party I attended this week’s end past. It was a festival of delights, filled with excitement and whimsy.

There were presents, all of which were much to my liking. One present was put to use right away, for it is to be stored for a later date. This present was a Red Flyer wagon, a chariot for my future sallies into the maelstrom. Like any pharaoh of ancient Egypt I stood triumphant awaiting my retainers who will pull me about my dominion.

Chariot of the Gods

Come! Let us away before the break of day!

Also: Let them eat cake!

Henry VIII was just as messy

I have about one week until I will be officially one year old. How to put this in perspective will be the coming challenge. The world of numbers seems to hold many mysteries that I feel I should start to investigate. I have been told that the number one is only the beginning of numbers, and yet here I am so old and wise and long on the earth and I am told that my age in “years” is but “one”. Surely this is a mistake.