As you must know by now that I have 6 nestlings whom I adore dearly.
*If you think I'm crazy, you can go ahead and fuck off!*
1. The Love of My Life
Buma
2. Fudge
1. Buddi
(Like Buddy)
4.Pixi
5. Budda
(Like Buddha)
6. Chidgey
Pixi. Pixi is quite the wildling. Always pacing and involved in some sort of an escape plan with Buddi.
Since, unfortunately I am residing on a farm, Pixi finds it quite cute to jump the wall and disappear every so often. A Couple of weeks ago though, Pixi's disappearances became rather frequent. She began leaving once a week instead of once in two months. She was getting out of hand. Following her return, after four days of being awol. Pixi was plumper than usual. She was very much expectant. We could all tell.
I then decide to familiarize my mother to relax and that Pixi had finally returned from her unorthodox visits. Of course she was relieved, she then chocked on her praises when I informed her that Pixi was expecting a piddle of stray puppies. In a jiffy, her applause turned to curses.
"How could she! We thought she was irretrievable. If a life on the streets is what fancies her.Then so be it. I don't want her here I ain't raising no stray puppies!!!".
I was struck dumb.
But.
I can't help but perceive why Pixi did it. She needed to get out. See a variety of grimace. I above all know how frustrating it could have gotten to be kept a prisoner for so long.
During her freedom run, regrettably she became a slave to the male form.
Pixie and I have a great deal in common, I sympathize with her. Along with her thoughts and actions.
Still had Pixie disappeared once in a while and had not returned pregnant, that would be perfectly understandable.
Unfortunately she over did it.
Excluding her heightened need for the paternal flesh, we are indeed alike.
In this very descriptive analogy. That I devised when I was incredibly shit-face high. I am Pixi.
Run away girl, on a quest to find even a grain of ecstasy. Scolded and chased away when we attempt to give our very dull lives a speck of meaning.
Before her departure, after her return. She became very distant. Almost unrecognizable, but my child nonetheless!
Pixi lives with the neighbour's now. Same farm, different division.
My destiny lies in that of Pixi's (minus the piddle of pups).
Lost in a ball of misunderstanding
Fade out.
Gran(U.U)Dad
