Day 8:
I finally finished boarding up the windows today, I even engraved a picture of Sarita and I in one, man I love that woman.
As I nailed the last hammer, I remembered my boat, all the good times we had as she carried me over the waves, the salty sea made me cry but it was all part of the job. I remember the bubbles she made when I turned on her engine, and the way we would rock against the water surface. I was always on top of her, I would go down inside her and she would keep me warm. I would usually sleep down there as well, rolled up in the sheets. I miss that.
9 hours later
Me and Walt had a chat about our girlfriends today, since Walter is the male in there relation ship. I told him about my boat, he said that I was weird, but he didn't judge and told me he tried to have intercorse with a train once. Weird.
Then he told me how good I am at climbing trees, I realised I'm like a Koloa, Im slow, tried, cute, fluffy, I make my babies eat poo if they can't digest proper food yet and I'm a hairy bear. One day my new baby will sit in Sarita's pouch, and drink the milk from her teat. Why can't it be me? Why do girls get the food producer? maybe I could regurgitate something for it. Yeah, I'll do that.
But first, Ill have to mention having a baby to Sartia.