if you give a lion a lemon

The young slate marked girl raced over the flat ground, but she was half way there before she realized her lion shaped ock… was only a lion shaped rock. Or what she guessed a lion might look like. She slowed as her icy paws brought her close, and Edgar flapped heavily as he landed on her hips. Oof, well this adventure was turning out more difficult than she expected. Poem didn’t want to ask for help in finding a lion, it should have been easier.

Until the lion found her. She only jumped a little at the voice, but her eyes lit up as blue and lavender stare fell on the great black cat. ”Oh, yes!” This was the most excited she felt since before the fire. Finding the lioness had been the right idea for today. ”I was looking for you, Motif tried not to make me jealous, but you’re even more wonderful than she told me.” Poem couldn’t help her ivory tail wagging behind her as she looked the lioness over again. She had brilliant gold eyes, and wicked claws that put even Edgar’s talons to shame.

”I’m sorry!” She apologized as she stepped back and leaned back onto her haunches with her head lowered. ”I’m Poem Destruction, and I’m very pleased to meet you.”