This wasn't happening.

"Ah, c'mon, More! It was just some scraggly, half starved kitten. Poor Rocky will need more food before the end of the day. Maybe,"

This wasn't happening.

"we should go see if we can't find Greasyhead's siblings. Make sure poor Rocky gets his fill, yeah?"

This really wasn't happening.

She had finally gotten something to care for be motherly for and generally take up her time and it had just slid uncermoniously down the throat of a python. She had been verbally mauled in public by a psychotic reporter who deserved to have her shoulders ripped off by a rabid tazmanian devil. She had basically had the worst day she could remember in the past year and Joshua was making something of a joke about it. There was no way this was real. She had to be dreaming, right? Morela turned to Josh, finally tearing her eyes away from the comfortable snake as the slowly digesting form of her kitten made it's way down the snakes disgusting gullet.

"'Sides that, I'm starving myself. Rocky's right. Enough waiting. Food?"

Morela gasped loudly at Josh's comment, words not really something the girl could formulate at the moment.

"Maybe Rocky wouldn't mind a bit of mash to chase down the main meal."

It was probably best that no sooner had he said his last words that Josh had left the room and headed back for the party because in two more seconds Morela was going to lunge at him like a lion to a fawn...wait...as Morela watched the doore shut behind him she decided her first decision had been best and if her kitten had been eaten then something in turn had to be eaten and it sure as hell wasn't going to be that snake. Morela pushed herself up and hurtled for the door, dashing down the stairs and raising what is generally known as 'all hell'.

"JOSHUA CLOUD! I'M GOEENG TO KILL CHOO!"

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been