A Weasel, His Crush, and Her Prince - Cara Neir

His heart is uplifted, he himself is elated

Her hand is in his

Without, life does not exist

She makes his day without a doubt

The rosie they ring around holds secrets

«There's something about that Ryan

Staring at my Lily

She likes him too??»

Ted drops her hand in mid-trot, a ferret’s gangly body crashing into him as he

stands there

Then Ted walks away, he knows what he must do, «I'm crud to her!

«, he sobs out loud

His cabin is full of unmarked jars with pills, grabbing one and crushing the

capsules

And after brewing lunch tea he ambles along the trail back to camp to poison

them all

Everybody drinks and everybody sings, aha ha it’s all so funny, heathens

«I can’t believe it’s this again»