Post by mangle on Apr 18, 2016 12:36:44 GMT -6
walk in the the park
Have you ever watched a duck on a pond, lake, or river? The bird seems almost effortless as it zooms over the surface, some unseen force (in reality, the bird's hard work) propelling in forward.
Mangle liked to think he was a lot like the birds he saw bobbing on the shore of the small pond near the very back of the old twoleg play-place. Smooth, suave, effortless at first glance, but secretly racing with thoughts and working to better himself, to advance faster.
These thoughts did nothing but inflate the already arrogant tom's ego, but there was nobody around to contradict him, so he was left to simmer in them. Perhaps not the most healthy activity for a leader of such a large force, perhaps Mangle should start searching for another hobby besides flattering himself with over complicated metaphors.
But if you had to pick a day to sit around doing nothing productive, today was a good day. The sun was high overhead and pleasantly warm, and there were no twoleg kits screaming and playing on the odd plants that formed the main attraction of the park. From where Mangle sat, shaded by the trees surrounding the play-place, he could see it all- the pond, the odd plants, and the thunderpath beyond that.
It was rare to have peace here, the twolegs often came here every day or every dusk at least, so he enjoyed it while it lasted. It wasn't long, though, until he heard the familiar sound of pawsteps approaching, smelled cat-scent on the air, and turned his head to catch a glimpse of the cat who'd just arrived on scene.
Mangle liked to think he was a lot like the birds he saw bobbing on the shore of the small pond near the very back of the old twoleg play-place. Smooth, suave, effortless at first glance, but secretly racing with thoughts and working to better himself, to advance faster.
These thoughts did nothing but inflate the already arrogant tom's ego, but there was nobody around to contradict him, so he was left to simmer in them. Perhaps not the most healthy activity for a leader of such a large force, perhaps Mangle should start searching for another hobby besides flattering himself with over complicated metaphors.
But if you had to pick a day to sit around doing nothing productive, today was a good day. The sun was high overhead and pleasantly warm, and there were no twoleg kits screaming and playing on the odd plants that formed the main attraction of the park. From where Mangle sat, shaded by the trees surrounding the play-place, he could see it all- the pond, the odd plants, and the thunderpath beyond that.
It was rare to have peace here, the twolegs often came here every day or every dusk at least, so he enjoyed it while it lasted. It wasn't long, though, until he heard the familiar sound of pawsteps approaching, smelled cat-scent on the air, and turned his head to catch a glimpse of the cat who'd just arrived on scene.
I bring you pain, the kind you can't suffer quietly. fire up your brain, remind me inside you're rioting and society is slipping. everything's slipping away.
@anyone
@anyone
