XIII. Call and response
_As told by Milo_ The theatre event had been tiring, to say the least. I spent the entire evening waiting for my turn, since some moron had decided it would be a good idea to end the event with my play. Who ends a night like this with a tragedy?...
XII. Planes of Existence
The old indian appeared to be a real expert in the craft, and she was a good and patient teacher. after quite some hard work, i had finally finished the onesie for milo. i hoped it would fit him.
XI. Foreshadowing
_As told by Milo_ There are days on which I miss being a puppy, because I have no time to regress. On other occasions, I just don't feel like it, because it's a feeling that can come and go. The worst option is when I know playing puppy would do me...
X. Draw me close to you
The old indian sat down at the short end of the table, so she was closer to me, but could still look me in the eyes.
IX. The game is up
Shyly, i hid my face from the old indian, burying it in natasha's fur instead. "did i do something wrong?" i shook my head, still refusing to make eye contact. trisha walked over to me and pet my shoulder.
VIII. Practice makes perfect
The old indian looked at me as if she was upset for a moment, but i soon understood that she was pretending. it did make me wonder if she was letting me win, though.
VII. Echoes
Larkin _hare indian dog_ \* 1644-03-15 † 1682-05-29 _"in life and death,_ _we are inseparable."_ staring at my paws, i could no longer contain myself.
VI. A present for the future
The old indian slowly wagged her tail. despite the 'hobby' milo and i shared, she appeared to be interested in helping me out. this was turning out a lot better than i had expected.
V. But wait, there's more!
The old indian's ears perked up. "interesting saying. how does that work between you and milo?" "well, like i said, we haven't exactly, y'know... but i _love_ waking up next to him.
IV. This is it
The old indian drunk some of her tea, then slowly put her mug down. "you seem worried about something. don't be afraid, you can tell me."
III. Two's a company
Luckily, i knew that only milo's _mother_was a hare indian. last names are passed on by species rather than by gender, so he must have inherited that from her.
II. It's all relative
**II. It's all relative** _As told by Nina_ Initially, I felt the need to stall during the after-breakfast cleanup. After all, as soon as we had finished that chore, I would undeniably have to be a big girl again, but I did not want to. There is...