That's not what the jungle thinks, and it's meaner than you are.
[ Jungle, her mouth still shaping that word tentatively. Rhymes with bungle. Sounds kind of dirty, if you asked the Dag, and even if no one ever does, she'll point it out eventually.
She stays on her branch, as if not prepared to share the ground with him. Not because he scares her, but because she might try to hug him, and then she might cry because she wishes he were Cheedo instead, or Furiosa, and simultaneously doesn't wish that at all because they shouldn't be here either.
Too right. ]
What's that make you, anyway; someone who should be anywhere?
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[ Jungle, her mouth still shaping that word tentatively. Rhymes with bungle. Sounds kind of dirty, if you asked the Dag, and even if no one ever does, she'll point it out eventually.
She stays on her branch, as if not prepared to share the ground with him. Not because he scares her, but because she might try to hug him, and then she might cry because she wishes he were Cheedo instead, or Furiosa, and simultaneously doesn't wish that at all because they shouldn't be here either.
Too right. ]
What's that make you, anyway; someone who should be anywhere?