if you give a lion a lemon

Cannival was interested in what she had to say, and pushed gently for more information. Poem felt her lips pull back into a soft smile as she felt excitement race through her. ”I do. I love how blue it is, and how.. different everything in the water is.” She mused softly atop the giant cat. ”I like how small it makes me feel.” She knew her problems were insignificant when she sat next to the ocean. ”Would you really take me up a tree?” Poem asked, unbelieving as she spoke. Who had ever heard of a wolf in a tree? ”I bet the view would be very nice.”