Emily has just turned seven. She is an organized person even at this age, prizing neatness. Her side of the bedroom reflects her tastes and her sense of order is visible everywhere. She has only one pet, which is a stone she calls Peepers. It is the size of a small lemon and she found it while on summer vacation a year earlier. She painted two eyes on it, proclaiming its wisdom because it had been around for ages. She thinks it is the best pet because she doesn't have to feed or water it, and it's a good listener and never makes a mess.