mitchell is moving

"so long, everything," he shouted. then he ran next door to margo's house.
"i'm moving," he said.
"where?" asked margo.
"two weeks away," he said.
"mitchell, where is that?" asked margo.
"it's everywhere i will be after i walk for two weeks," said mitchell. "i have lived in the same place for a long time, it is time for me to go someplace else."
"no," said margo, "you have only lived next door for fifty years."
"sixty," said mitchell.
"fifty, sixty, what's the difference?" asked margo. "i want you to stay next door forever."
"i can't," said mitchell. "" i do not want to go wake up in the same old bed and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. every room in my house is the same old room, because i have lived there too long."

"and you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail, same old scales, same old walk, same old talk," said margo.
"no," said mitchell, "i like your face, tail, scales, walk and talk. i like you."
"i like, like, like you."
"i like, like, like you too," said mitchell
he walked through the door. "i must pack," he said.