The child is going down the boat, going down the hall, going down the ball.
“You’re not a child anymore, you’re 20” He define as if I am mistaken while singing. My dog is smarter than me, I don’t have a problem with that.
“Shut up milo, you’re lucky you have four legs and no arms—I have, see?” I am outright grateful when he came into my life as if a stone in silence marching around our dents.
The child is carrying the ball down the mountain, down the curtain leaves, momma’s not going anywhere anymore, she’s not carrying anything anymore.
And I-I going down the ball to spend this cocktails cocktails cocktails with pumpsies, pumpkins.
It smiles, it smiled right Milo? No~ you don’t have to answer the call, I will make the call~
“We arrived on time, no one is still here to prepare the shops, I guess?” Looking around to see any signs of disarrays because that’s what humans do, to complicate and I admit it myself.
“Somethings not right, I don’t hear anything” I don’t hear anything at all too, I look at milo, trespassing any noises inside the houses using his mighty hear-hear thing.
Caricatures of lime with dried mangoes I followed the smell leaving milo from what he’s searching.
I followed the sense and I’ve seen scattered dragonflies, what’s up with everywhere dragonflies?
They fly around as if a human with added wings, searching in a groupie like how naysayers investigate their target of the day.
Their wings flapped lightly to drop hints of crystalline dust, burning dried grounds into fortune and lucent sea haven. It sparked without rays.
I know that little helicopters are a living dragonfly – why do scientists have to be inspired by this little structure if they cannot make it the same colourful? It's annoying, I missed witnessing big dragonflies.
My mother always said, “Follow your dragonfly, follow dragonflies when you’re leaving” and I only follow big dragonflies, if I don’t see one then I won’t follow one.
They don’t seem leading me, anyway, let’s forget that
“Milo, can you see them?“ a little side eye to milo seeing him keeping up my pace.
“I see Mr. Foxy behind this curtain shop, I’ve sensed it”. There's a fox!
“No, the dragonflies, did you follow one?” I insist
“What flies?” Poor boy, he can’t see it, bet the fox that he’s pertaining to can't see one too.
“No-uh, I can but he can’t see one, I see you have some deal meal there, cocktails? If I were you, better run from where you from” The fox left its dent just to peek with us, overhearing our whereabouts.
“Tell me Mr Fox, did you eat them? If you don't, where'd you hide them?” The fox sly sided, it looked like milo, just in bold range shades of my pumpkins.
“Pumpkins, I don’t hide them, they ran for help, your cocktails aren’t cocktails for fun anymore, it’s for spoon fun”.
“Cut the trick Mr Fox, it's making me sad and Milo is scared of you” in tight of pumpkins, I am ready to shoot this on Mr Foxy, my bad, sorry for the rage.
“Scared of you? Misty check your limbs if still intact, why aren’t you scared of me then, is there something I need to know? Perhaps your wolf on a façade of an underdog?” Daunt of him to check up on Milo, accusing him as a wolf rather than a dog.
“Check your eyes misty, it falls under the crystal age of roses, perhaps the fascination of dragonflies? Who thought dragonflies were powerless then? Must be you”. Mr Fox disappeared after his last take, I bowed down levelled with milo.
“Remember this, you are not a wolf, you are my ally, my bestie” holding his face, darting straight into his eyes, and mashed his fur.
“Let's go back home” she whispered, leaving their cocktails and pumpkins on the fence stairs.
Dragonflies left her sight to appear as whole grained dragon, she followed.
They came across the top, seeing the previous silenced town from a bird's view.
“Look milo, humans are there! You missed smelling them huh” is her only remark from what they had encountered there front wide, it's different from what they’ve seen.
Humans are in there, but we haven’t seen one, must be Mr Fox wicked of they run for help
Precious beings. Who are they running away from?
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