Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 21:21:07 GMT
Life is different.
I am not sure how, but it is different than it has ever been before. Sometimes I walk outside and feel the wind on my face and think "This is wrong." But how is it wrong? The wind hasn't changed. So it must be me. I don't know how.
It hurts my brain to think about it. I keep trying to figure out what it is that is different. But I can't even remember last year. Let alone why something could be wrong.
But never mind that. I have some much better memories.
I stopped by the orphanage again today. I love those kids, almost like they were mine. I can't get enough of them! If I could I would stay there all day. But, who else is going to deliver the mail? Besides, no one else knows my route like I do. Patrick (or as I like to call him Patch) and I caught a beetle, he insisted on keeping it as a pet. I am not sure Perdita appreciated my assistance in yet another creature in her home. That woman has some sort of power to her that I have never known. She can clap her hands and those children will come running to her. It is a pity she has no children of her own, she would be a wonderful mother. What am I saying? She is a wonderful mother! Those kids are the luckiest kids in the entire land to have her looking after them. Besides, if she had her own children then there wouldn't be room for good old Roy Pongo in her life, and we wouldn't want that.
Life here seems to flow, but the flow is unnatural. Though it does keep going, as if it were natural. I had the strangest instinct to growl at someone today. This woman walked past me wearing this outrageously large coat (especially for summer, seriously lady, it is 80 degrees outside! Why are you wearing fur!) and the most ridiculous hairstyle, half black, half white. When she walked past me I caught this whiff of perfume and literally had to grab my throat to stop a growl from coming out. I have never wanted to do that before. Well, except for when that stupid cat tore up all of the paper cranes I made for the kids. Man, I chased that cat for a good 10 minutes, I don't even know what I was going to do with it when I caught it.
Pongo
I am not sure how, but it is different than it has ever been before. Sometimes I walk outside and feel the wind on my face and think "This is wrong." But how is it wrong? The wind hasn't changed. So it must be me. I don't know how.
It hurts my brain to think about it. I keep trying to figure out what it is that is different. But I can't even remember last year. Let alone why something could be wrong.
But never mind that. I have some much better memories.
I stopped by the orphanage again today. I love those kids, almost like they were mine. I can't get enough of them! If I could I would stay there all day. But, who else is going to deliver the mail? Besides, no one else knows my route like I do. Patrick (or as I like to call him Patch) and I caught a beetle, he insisted on keeping it as a pet. I am not sure Perdita appreciated my assistance in yet another creature in her home. That woman has some sort of power to her that I have never known. She can clap her hands and those children will come running to her. It is a pity she has no children of her own, she would be a wonderful mother. What am I saying? She is a wonderful mother! Those kids are the luckiest kids in the entire land to have her looking after them. Besides, if she had her own children then there wouldn't be room for good old Roy Pongo in her life, and we wouldn't want that.
Life here seems to flow, but the flow is unnatural. Though it does keep going, as if it were natural. I had the strangest instinct to growl at someone today. This woman walked past me wearing this outrageously large coat (especially for summer, seriously lady, it is 80 degrees outside! Why are you wearing fur!) and the most ridiculous hairstyle, half black, half white. When she walked past me I caught this whiff of perfume and literally had to grab my throat to stop a growl from coming out. I have never wanted to do that before. Well, except for when that stupid cat tore up all of the paper cranes I made for the kids. Man, I chased that cat for a good 10 minutes, I don't even know what I was going to do with it when I caught it.
Pongo
