She considered the birds to be her friends.

She'd put out food for them each

morning and then she'd watch as they came to the feeders to gorge themselves for
the day. She wondered what they would do if something ever happened to her. Would
they miss the meals she provided if she failed to put out the food one morning?
It went through such rapid contortions that the little bear was forced to change
his hold on it so many times he became confused in the darkness, and could not, for
the life of him, tell whether he held the sheep right side up, or upside down. But
that point was decided for him a moment later by the animal itself, who, with a
sudden twist, jabbed its horns so hard into his lowest ribs that he gave a grunt of
anger and disgust.
The blinking light caught her attention. She thought about it a bit and couldn't
remember ever noticing it before. That was strange since it was obvious the
flashing light had been there for years. Now she wondered how she missed it for
that amount of time and what other things in her small town she had failed to
notice.
They say you only come to peace with yourself when you know yourself better than
those around you. Derick knew nothing about this. He thought he had found peace but
this was an illusion as he was about to find out with an unexpected occurrence that
he actually knew nothing about himself.
He looked at the sand. Picking up a handful, he wondered how many grains were in
his hand. Hundreds of thousands? "Not enough," the said under his breath. I need
more.
Should he write it down? That was the question running through his mind. He
couldn't believe what had just happened and he knew nobody else would believe him
as well. Even if he documented what had happened by writing it down, he still
didn't believe anyone would still believe it. So the question remained. Was it be
worth it to actually write it down?
The shades were closed keeping the room dark. Peter knew that he should open them
and let in the sunlight so he could begin the day, but he didn't have the energy or
willpower. Nothing had gone as expected the day before and he no longer wanted to
spend the energy to begin a new day. He stared at the shades wondering if there was
a way to disappear from the reality of the world for the rest of the day.
I'm meant to be writing at this moment. What I mean is, I'm meant to be writing
something else at this moment. The document I'm meant to be writing is, of course,
open in another program on my computer and is patiently awaiting my attention. Yet
here I am plonking down senseless sentiments in this paragraph because it's easier
to do than to work on anything particularly meaningful. I am grateful for the
distraction.
He couldn't remember exactly where he had read it, but he was sure that he had. The
fact that she didn't believe him was quite frustrating as he began to search the
Internet to find the article. It wasn't as if it was something that seemed
impossible. Yet she insisted on always seeing the source whenever he stated a fact.
Puppies are soft, cute, funny, and make a big mess. Every month or two our family
fosters 6-12 week old puppies for a puppy rescue nonprofit organization. We all
enjoy cuddling their furry bodies after a clean bath. Fresh puppy smell is great.
The puppies play with each other and our adult dog. They look so funny when they
lay on top of each other and sleep. While puppies can be great fun, they also can
make big messes. 4-6 puppies can make a lot of puppy pee and poop. It's a challenge
to keep the puppies and the puppy pen clean.