I'm not particularly sure what is going on. I had been exploring, going towards the edge of the border, a river, welcoming on a summer day. There is a strange adult. She is light colored, like the moon. She picks me up, and there her eyes look crazed, like she is running from her own shadow. She scoops me up in her mouth, like my mother would to toss me back into the den when I had first started trying to explore. I am unsure of how to address this odd outcome, and now the stranger is running.
I try to wriggle, but her jaws are strong, and my body little. My mottled fur still poofy with childhood, though the guard hairs are starting to poke through. I wonder if my family knows what is happening. Do they know this female? Most do not take the time to explain things to me, and I have little patience with trying to make them. Mostly, I watch. It is my way of gathering information. While I have gleaned that others can communicate in other ways, how is a mystery to me.
I must by now be far from my childhood home, and a strange fear lives within me. What if I never return? But I also wonder why I care. I do not have any close bonds, even among my siblings or mother. But I have not ruled out that I am in the jaws of a sociopath, considering the shifty nature, and no knowledge of her whatsoever. And now it is a waiting game. Will I be eaten or misplaced? What is the plan?
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