“All small beasts should have bows in their tails.”
She put down her book and thought it the greatest sentence she’d read all year.
She admired the brain that had constructed it and wondered if her own grey cells were even able to construct anything half as good.
– Oh, if only I was great, she thought and returned to the book. Little did she know that at the same time a small door creaked open in the back of her mind and out peeked her own small beast. Bow in tail and all.