The humans are, by nature, untidy beings. In this house, the tables are cluttered, the floor needs sweeping, and the less said about the state of the shower, the better.
Against the background squalor, however, new additions to the flotsam and jetsam are often quite noticeable.
Take this for instance. It has recently appeared. Sigyn is entertained, but it makes me uneasy for some reason…
Ugh, Sigyn, don’t hug it. Look at the gunk caught in its sparklies. You don’t know where it’s been.
Great Frigga’s Hairpins! Here’s another new something. Sigyn just sees something furry. I see the eviscerated portent of great and sweeping change.
Uh, oh. Sigyn, you know what this means, don’t you?
(to be continued)