This time...

Is love a tender thing?

It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.

William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 1.4

I am not going to let it grow up by it own self, no matter what it say or do. It might
need its head chopped off or it might not be able to talk or it might need blue metal squares.

It could be anyfing.

I let that girl go, and look what happen. Now it wild, running in desert, deep, riding them big worms, and still not gotted a baf in forever. AND it just leaved Cody on his own to work and who knows if it ever come back. Human mans like to have them girls and them ladies around at least some time. Cody deserve better than him gots from that gorram girl, but him not listen to anyfing.

Ok, there ab so lutionaly not a one thing this one can do about it. Cub separate from me, I not hear it any more and it steal Blue as well, and them conspire against me. That what is my thinking anyway. The numbers match.

But the small one, the dark one, him MINE. And this time, there not be any mistakes. Nobody intervene. Him mine. I get out of this place and I go find him and *ME* take care of him, *ME* feed him, *ME* dress him up and *ME* teach him hunting and *ME* teach him fight, and *ME* proteck him. That what my arms are for. Holding the small one. Kraaken.

Mine.

Actually I not sure if I let it go, even when it time. Maybe, maybe not. But it not get away from me like that yellow haired girl. Mixed-blood, that one. And Blue, him betray me, for her.

This time, I watch out for *me* and for *MY* future. Whatever it take.

Amen.