well, maybe I'm insane,
'cuz I keep doing the same damn thing
People might ask me, might say "why aren't you like other little pups, Mina?"
To them, I say "that's boring!"
Running away from Mother isn't the worst thing in the world, after all, it's not like I can't handle myself. I'm not exactly expecting to be raped or napped at my age. I mean, who'd even want to? Well, I mean, true, Mother thinks that I'm adorable, her little flaming fireball of furry cuteness. Yup. That's my mother for you. But that doesn't mean that she's all too wrong, either. I don't take "good enough" to be good enough. Personally? I much prefer to do things to be on the edge of everything, if I have to to get what I want and do what I please.
Oh, please, is it that obvious,... yeah, I've used these little, short excuses, done the whole "adorable" bit for mama and daddy both, gotten their attentions for it. And gotten out of whatever it was they wanted to reprimand me for some of those times.
Hehe.
Pawing the ground softly, the pads of my feet gently pressing their screaming red fingers into the dirt, my eyes are trained on the swampy forest before me. What goes around, comes around, and I'm finding myself coming around here on my very own today.
Keep up, I do that.
The wet air around the marshland curls the fur on my back, and I'm reminded that my mother's is much curlier than my own. Okay, so I think a lot of my mother and father. And, if I'm a little partial to mother, call it being a girl. Mama's girls, and all of that. Still, does that mean I'm not an independent little piece of lupine?
I think you know what I'm getting at.
Oh, but mother's going to be getting onto me about getting my coat so dirty. Without inviting her and daddy. I think that I'm just fine with leaving you two alone for a time, mommy, no offense~
After all, how else do you get little siblings? Yeah, I think you get where I'm going with this, and all. But, hey, maybe in the meanwhile, somebody else might be watching these same wetlands, splashing in the puddles like I plan to do?
Raising my young head, dark gold reflects in the growing twilight of the evening. My eyes, and the moon. My companion until I get somebody to talk to or play with. Or, looking longer term, a little sibling.
A girl can dream, can't she?
you're a troublemaker, but, damn girl, it's like I love the trouble... and I can't even explain why
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