I felt sorry for the little girl. Having a guardian that was completely absentminded and with no sense of responsibility so as to leave the little girl in my care. I figured that the guardian and the Mrs. could use a little lesson in civility too. I had just come home from a couple hundred mile jaunt on the sled. I roared into the drive and ground to a stop. I slowly got off the bike and went inside. Here I found the guardian and Mrs Jim about to embark on a shopping session of some sort. They ordered me to provide care for the little girl. The little girl looked up at me apprehensively. "What's your name there?" I asked. The guardian notified me that the little girl hadn't spoke since she had been party to some domestic violence. I was smart enough to not be standing in the way of the door as the two shoppers vacated the premises with strict orders for me. I wasn't listening.