[13,2] A Strange Dream
Sorry for the lateness, I hope you’ll enjoy reading it though!
The tiger guided me towards the waterfall where I would be able to find the notorious lion. Bored. I wanted to take a nap, a nap underneath a tree. Might wake up then, back home, eat cookies there. But tigywigy wouldn’t let me go. He wanted me to play with the lion. I saw it walking near the water, back and forth back and forth, made me sleepy.
“Stop walking.” I said as I rubbed my eyes.
“So you are Alice.” A deep familiar voice told me.
“I wish you would all stop saying that! I’m Eveleen, not Alice, it doesn’t even sound like Alice. I want a cookie so tell me why you’re here, and why are you blocking the water from going out?” I asked the big cat.
“They try to steal it away from me, but I won’t let them, it belongs with me, here it won’t be disturbed or dirtied. “ The lion told me. strange.
“But isn’t it selfish to keep it to yourself? If you share it you and others can enjoy it.” I told the kitty.
“But it’s mine, no one else should be able to enjoy it. I don’t want to share it, it belongs to me for a reason.” It purred.
“But won’t it be wasted if it doesn’t serve it’s purpose?” I asked.
“What do you mean?’ Kitty asked.
“How should I know? I just want my cookie.” I told him.
“Would you share your cookie?” It asked.
“Depends, if I can train annoying twins with it, yes, if it is a favor only from my side, no, to yummy to share.” I said.
“But isn’t that the same as with me?” It asked.
“No, I eat them, I don’t let it spoil, it’s a waste not to use your things. I once got a pretty bike but never used it because I was scared I would scratch it, but when I finally wanted to use it was was much to big to fit so I had to throw it away, that’s a waste isn’t it? You grow as you go, but the things you do and don’t do help you grow, if you chose to be careful and protect anything you’ll never know what it would have been like to use it.” I said.
“That sounds rather clever.” The cat said.
“My brother said something like that once, he’s a strange bird.” I told the cat.
“Why is that?” kitty asked.
“Because he is always so fiercy towards outsiders, I love my brother and hate most others, but sometimes he overreacts, quite funny to watch.” I told the lion as I sat down.
“Are you tired?” The lion asked.
“Yes, all of you talking animals confuse me.” I told it. “Hey, do you think my dog can talk?” I asked the lion as it walked towards me.
“Perhaps, I don’t know about your world Alice, but he might just be able to.” It said as it lied down next to me.
“Can I have something to drink?” I asked the lion.
“Did you miss the talk we just had about me protecting the water?” It asked.
“I think so.” I told him. “Aren’t there flowers that have to drink as well?” I asked the cat.
“Perhaps, but they’ll find their water somewhere else if they need it so desperately.” It said.
“How can you be sure?” I asked.