You're An Obnoxious Canker-blossom. Go Ooze Somewhere

You Are Brave, Kicking A Chained Prisoner. They Must Sing Heroic Ballads About You On Winter Nights!" (alanna)

If You've A Story, Make Sure It's A Whole One, With Details Close To Hand. It's The Difference Between A Good Lie And Getting Caught.

Feelings, She Learned, Were Hard To Fight. She Treasured His Smiles And Compliments And Tried Not To Dwell On The Fact That He Gave This Things To His Friend Kel. His Dreamy-eyed Gazes, Poems, And Fits Of Passionate Melancholy Were For Uline. It Was Hard Not To Resent The Older Girl.

Pounce Had It Easier Than Any Of Us. No One Noticed A Black Cat In The Street. He Stopped Here And There To Sniff Aught Of Interest. Wherever Our Rat Stopped, Pounce Was There, Close Enough To See Up The Rat's Nose. I Was So Proud. Now There Was A Proper God, Making Himself Useful! Since My Thought Might Be Deemed Blasphemy, I Said Silent Prayers To The Goddess And To Mithros. I Begged Forgiveness And Asked Them Not To Misunderstand. Since I Wasn't Blasted Where I Stood, I Guess They Forgave Me, Or They Hadn't Heard My Blasphemy.

My Heart Bleeds Buttermilk. -daine