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Mother Bear tells me things. I like this about her.

Sadly Mouse will leave us way sooner than he should. I think Jello will ask Meat Ball to come back. They'll still heir a "temp".

Testa re-upped. I win the bet!

Cry of the Prarie Dog

*for 2 voices*

I am but a worried creature
I am but a worried creature looking up

is looking down on me
and up is looking down on me

off in a distant land

far from my colony

just like me
a squeaking fan sounds just like me

warning of approaching danger

the coming of an alien hand

and old and shunned
come to snatch the young and shunned

the fan squeaks because it is rusty

a sign of good neglect

I squeak because I'm hungry

danger yet overhead.
or there is danger yet overhead.

Money

I was thinking about money recently. I did some math and came to the conclusion that I don't need much. This was freeing. It means I don't have to work five days in a row. I can work exactly as much as I need to and use the rest of my time to build up a community out of the shambles of my previous isolation. And the money thing? Well, money is only a problem if you let it be one. If the only security you find in your life is through money you will never be content you will never be at peace. There will never be enough. Money can't touch my brokenness money will never change who I essentially am. It can't stop me from being depressed it can't bring me joy. I say all that with a clear head. I have so much I have never gone with out yet I have been miserable with a deep intense misery. The kind of misery privilege allows a senseless despair that rots out its host leaving a shell of a former self. Money couldn't touch that. I can't pay anyone to take the despair. Thankfully I don't have to.

There is a time to plan and a time to stop thinking. A time to eat and a time to sleep. I wish inactivity wasn't so misunderstood. Too many times I think people equate creative napping with laziness. Laziness results in nothing. Creative napping produces something.

Up-date from the Plotless Monster

Is it some sort of omen that tho the radio is plugged in and tells us so yet it refuses to turn on?

Mocking Bird wheezed heavily tonight. I'd prefer to not witness more tragedies. Otherwise, a calm night.

Up-date from the Plotless Monster

Yesterday was a bit rocky. All beginnings are a bit rocky really. Think about it our first one was getting bright light shined in our faces and some stranger slapping our rear end to make us scream.

Somewhere in there I realized that my problem lamb's are kinda growing on me. I told Little Bear that the longer I was around Testa the better I liked her. I know I've been critical, I have an anyliticle(?) mind, but all told she is reasonable. Vanity actually makes me laugh, unfortunately I don't think she know that...

Mouse settled in well. I think he'll be fine.