Don't Cry Snowman

The child was untouched by reality. What was a truth was a lie, and what a lie was a truth. What wasn't there was and what was there wasn't. Delusions ensnared his perception. However, his eyes widdened the moment the man mention the dulcet word. Kill. he tasted the word on his tongue and he was hooked to its flavour. How could he not think of such possibility? It was brilliant! Plants being used for murder, extracting their sweet poison. Oh, this was a whole new field or the young Lord, a whole new area to reconsider and sooner, rather than later, a smirk spread across the young lad boyish features as he got lost in his own mind palace.

He came back to reality and the conversation at hand when the man brought up his yearling celebrations that were far beyond himself. Mother mentioned such festivities. But what if I do no like them?

Mordecai