There was once a little pup who had no friends
nor a home, or a family she could recall
or a single clue where she was.
She thrived in a cave, where only the reddest of apples grew
on a small tree near the mouth of the cave. Near the tree there
was a scythe. For her to slice off bundles of apples, perhaps?
And under the scythe, there was a coat.
A fluffy, brown one.
It made her think of someone.
It was a larger wolf.
Someone who always gazed down at her and... smiled.
Was this what they called... a friend?
No, no... a mother...?
A mother.
In the pocket was a flashlight.
This made her remember something.
Why the crying? The fear? Why the panic?
She remembered running for hours.
The final item on the ground was a hat.
There was more memories to come.
Someone put her down. The stone was cold and unwelcoming.
She remembered someone's tears rolling off their face and
splashing onto her fur...
Then the painful sorrow of feeling lost...
confused, scared, horrified...
abandoned.
nor a home, or a family she could recall
or a single clue where she was.
She thrived in a cave, where only the reddest of apples grew
on a small tree near the mouth of the cave. Near the tree there
was a scythe. For her to slice off bundles of apples, perhaps?
And under the scythe, there was a coat.
A fluffy, brown one.
It made her think of someone.
It was a larger wolf.
Someone who always gazed down at her and... smiled.
Was this what they called... a friend?
No, no... a mother...?
A mother.
In the pocket was a flashlight.
This made her remember something.
Why the crying? The fear? Why the panic?
She remembered running for hours.
The final item on the ground was a hat.
There was more memories to come.
Someone put her down. The stone was cold and unwelcoming.
She remembered someone's tears rolling off their face and
splashing onto her fur...
Then the painful sorrow of feeling lost...
confused, scared, horrified...
abandoned.
