Greetings!
The Sun only blinded me.
I thought it was supposed to warm me; make me happy. That's what the stories said. It was supposed to come out and smile at me.
But it didn't.
Every now and again, they let me out of my cage. Especially if I went a long time without roaring at anyone or unsheathing my claws. I think my claws are wrong. I don't know why, but they tell me that they're wrong. Don't you dare unsheathe those claws, they say. Don't you ever show those in public, they say. What is wrong with my claws? I don't know. I wish I knew.
Sometimes they allow me in the courtyard. The other kids all huddle up away from me, somewhere on the opposite corner from where I am. I sit by one of the walls, huddling my legs up to my chest and holding them tight with my arms. I looked up at the Sun. I thought it might want to be my friend. No one else did. But if I could just have one friend, just one, then I might feel happy.
But the Sun only harshly blinded me, almost as if to say "Don't even think about it."
Why did it only smile on the other kids? They ran around in it, played in it, and grew sad when it was gone. Why didn't it want to play with me? I wanted to play with it.
After I realized that the Sun didn't want to play, I would look down. I looked at one of my paws. Slightly, ever so slightly, I would partially unsheathe my claws. Why were they so scared of them? They didn't hurt anybody.
So why were they wrong?
Well, that concludes this triple vignette segment, which is how many I'll be posting when I actually get around to posting.
See you then!