kittens
one burried up to it’s neck inside a goldfish bowl, because we knew it could survive on the fish swimming past it’s fuzzy orange head — fish aren’t very smart, and there were enough in the bowl, that if it stayed still, with it’s mouth open, dinner would surely swim in from time to time. We finally took it out when we figured that the fish might be getting smart enough to avoid the kitten head at the bottom of the bowl. So I unburied it’s furry orange body from the colorful stones and and drops of polished glass, and wrapped the damp kitty in a towel, and went about finding something for it to eat.
Another kitten that ended up in the freezer with it’s bowl of food. I just forgot it was in there. Next time I opened it, the kitten jumped out before I could blink, and surprised me standing down by my feet. No hard feelings though, beyond a reproachful kitty glare. Just wanted to be fed again. You know how cats are.
I was supposed to get married to the handsome prince, but realized at the last minute that it was the wrong decision for both of us, and instead passed the honor to one of the dearest members of my court who had been in love with him for eons. He was hurt at first(There was a garden and a gold ring bearing his standard wrapped in soft velvet in a place I had hidden it…but he was a bit bitter to want it any more.), but it was the right choice to make everyone happily ever after.
We rode scooters gliding over the wakes of the water and flying through the air as we hit the crest, waving to the cruise vessel sailing nearby.
um dude… WTF?!