This story is one I’ve been meaning to write for a long time, but other things have been serious distractions from writing, especially in the recent past. Sometimes, ya gotta do what you want to do, in the present, because tomorrows have the habit of being used for other things.
This story is quite a few years old, but it’s one that makes me rethink the nature of nature, and of our animal friends. “Friends” is a conventional word that often doesn’t really apply to both parties in man – to – animal relationships. It’s most often the human who’s the fickle friend.