The calendar says it’s fall. The thermometer says it’s still summer. My tummy says it’s lunchtime, and the human female says I’m driving her nuts and would I please go for a walk or something and take the damned hyena with you.
Fine. I was sick of looking at you, too. Come on, Sigyn, Fisi, let’s go for a stroll.
There’s something about October. Sigyn gets this urge to collect colored leaves and nuts and twigs. This very large acorn will make a nice addition to her growing cache. Look, dear one, if you rub the nut part, the fuzz comes off and it will be all shiny and smooth underneath.
If you get tired of playing with it, I’m sure the felines would be happy to swat it around noisily about 3:00 a.m.
Norns’ nighties! What manner of insect is this?! It’s stupendous! It’s colossal!
It’s something Sigyn wants to ride. Sigh. Of course she does. Very well, my love, up you go!
Not bad! There’s a nice flat space on top of the carapace that makes a fine throne. Forward, my chitonous-ligneous steed!
Now all I have to do is figure out how to steer.