"We cannot let her go into the weight of the world
She must sleep under our beamy eyes of parental control.
We can entertain her with the jungle book and let her imagination fly away with my wings" languaged the crow.
"But what about when she hears my roar, she’ll think 'my oh my what has a little child like me got herself into' and it's bad she may feel like that" replied the lion
"Exactly. Trapped in a lions den she’ll be, which is scary but we can get her to believe that she’s scary too. She can be a small scarecrow who I will fear. Then she’ll feel wrong and right which will structure her being a scary girl but a bully too, which will finally leave her undecided. She’ll be balanced like two exact twins on a seesaw and then we can put her back to sleep".
"We will forever keep our eyes on this child. She’s our youth in this world, not just in this wild" both parents agreed.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- grotesque paintings from a grotesque mind by louder than bombs.
300 points, ended July 30, 12 entries
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