Canid

Happy peanuts dancing around on the bottom surface of a huge glass jar singing merry peanut songs. suddenly from the sky (the open end of the jar) a huge dark metal object falls in slow motion. The peanuts begin to scream but their fate has already been sealed. 2 months later an elderly woman reaches up and pulls a jar of peanut butter from the shelf of the supermarket.

A teenager with heavy make-up struts down the street chewing on bubble gum. She stops shocked as arms, legs and two eyes peer down in gigantic proportions floating eerily isolated in the starry night sky.

A pink baloon explodes in the style of bubble gum, splattering the face of a baby. *~~~~~~~~*

Tired enough to desire my rest, Not yet so tired for closing eyes. Mind is shutting down for sleep, But truth can still be told from lies. Not singing my usual songs, But still do they play to my ears. Good messages seem played to night, Everyone sleeps and noone hears. The words don't last long after said, They stay a brief moment then fly. What's said at night nobody hears, The words did long since die. So what to do when shutting down, Within this world of night; It is too late to show them now, But never too late to write!

Canid opened her eyes and stood up. She paced toward Adelaide and curled up, her warm fur covering Adelaide's feet. "Stay." she said and looked up at Adelaide sincerely.

"Cook, sew, clean mend," Driving us around the bend. Watch the children all the day, Teaching them the proper way. I am not dumb, I stay at home. This is my job, The choice my own. Don't call me a backwards thinker, Some things were meant to stay the same. And though I've no objection to your work, It often brings more pain. If you must then find a job, Outside the home within the mob. You're smart, work hard, deserve your pay, And could not live another way. But children need their parents, Need attention only they can give. And if you have a choice, Please stay home and show them how to live. Equal rights are needed, And I support them all I can, But it stops being about you, When you've a child in hand. In explanation (so I do not get hit be people who think I'm saying women should all stay at home): Children learn many things from their parents. They learn not only how to do things, but how to act and what is polite. One thing people cannot deny has skyrocketed since mothers started working is a lack of manners. Women working is great. Mothers working if they have no other source of income is fine. But when they have the choice, it is better for the child to grow up in full time care of their mother than surrounded by other children who don't know what manners are yet. As for nannys, it is a healthy alternative, but personally I think it is really sad when a person is more attached to their nanny than to their own flesh and blood, which is what happens. My mother stays at home with myself and my brothers. I go to school and hear people whining about their parents and am reminded how much I love my own. It is sad how separated families are these days and coming from a close-knit family, I wish people would take a step back in their enthusiasm to enter the workforce if they have children and consider what it might be like not to hire a babysitter.

Prospero, licking toilet-water from his long muzzle opens the door of the washroom and is immediately trampled by six or so party-goers, desperate to use the facilities, who then begin to fight amongst each-other for the privilege to be the first to use the toilet. Prospero writhes free of the brawl and comes back into the party, to see his dignified and elegant friend, standing amid knocked over presents looking completely shocked, covered in cake and smelling of red wine. She does not notice him and merely mumbles... "Sorry..."

Canid shakes herself violently, splattering everyone nearby with alcoholic red liquid. "I'm going to smell of wine for a month! I can't even lick this stuff off with all the toxins in it!" She marches over to a table and begins rubbing herself off on a tablecloth. Ozimandias, having some respect for sanitation, moves over to stop her. The growling, spitting, bristling ball of fur that as a result begins to fly at him causes him to duck and thus smashes, in a fury of claws and teeth, straight into...

Black posted, Canid posted, Gyrfalcon hears a small swishing noise at his feet and looks down. To his shock, he recognizes the furry form sitting at his feet. Canid looks at the shocked face... "Writing my application now..." she says happily, "but I wanted to come to the party on time." She grins and looks at the dancers. "I'd join them, but wolf-dancing tends to cover a lot more ground in a short peri-" Canid stops as she sees Prospero trotting enthusiastically onto the dance floor. "You'll see." Prospero begins to dance in a strange semi-graceful and very bouncy manner. In a matter of seconds he has collided with nearly every person on the dance floor and is unknowingly doing a backward gallop straight into Wyvern...