Throne of Lies

“You’re my best friend,” I said to her reverently. Silence. I tried again. “Well, you’re the only one around here who really listens to me.” Still nothing. “Is—is it something I did?” The silence became heavy. I sighed and removed the laundry basket holding my cat captive. Shadow shot me a glare and gave me the paw as she made a beeline for her freedom.

My fourth-grade-self was so sad. My cat didn’t care about my troubles. She would never burst into spontaneous song with me. And if a wicked witch was about to steal my voice and prince, Shadow would probably help the witch. I held out hope that she was just a bad apple.

I grew up wanting to be able to frolic with all my untamed woodland friends. They would instinctively know I would never hurt them. (The meat I ate was only from inmates on death row—the sadistic criminals of the animal kingdom. I heard Bambi’s cousin became quite a nefarious stag.).

I confess, I still kinda want the same thing as an adult.

But alas, untamed woodland creatures refuse to frolic with me, even when I don an early 90’s princess dress and call them with a beautiful ballad.

I blame Disney. Boo Disney. Boo.

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Have a lovely Thursday! May you have better luck with untamed woodland creatures than me.

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Posted in Random and tagged beautiful ballad, Disney, frolic with untamed woodland creatures, Let Me Fall, throne of lies. on July 25, 2013.