Epilogue of Leo
Two Years Later
Must there be an explanation for everything? Must there be a reason for love?
For love can be in the most unusual circumstances. I should know, being a patron of this kind of love.
And as I glance towards the beautiful fur coat of the love of my life, I've never experienced this love in any deeper condition.
Of course, I know we'll never yield children, but that doesn't stand before me. Or her.
We love each other, and that's all that counts.
And besides, we can always adopt an owlet or something.
And as I hear her say my name, I feel exuberant and alive.
"LEO!"
"Yes?"
"Come hunting with me!"
My sister has finally gotten over her stereotype too. She's recently taken a new acquisition.
Yes, Abbot. Though I fail to see how this could have occurred.
"LEO?"
But that's a different story.
FIN
There you have it. The end.