Broken Boulder As long as I am not a butt worm

Steele said he hadn't seen Milton. Guillotina sighed because this was frustrating. She was tired of living under constant threat of having her toes scuffed, and she was hungry. If Milton wasn't around who was going to catch food for her. She had become so spoiled. Now she expected to be hand-fed. "He promised me a meal." Guillotina was fibbing a little bit. But maybe it would make Steele hunt for her.

Guillotina had to wonder what kind of mom named their child Steele. Obviously not a very smart one, but if moms were smart they wouldn't be having children anyway. Maybe Steele's mom didn't like him much. Maybe it was because he looked like a weird rock.

 Guillotina liked Steele's eyes. They stood out from his rock face. They did not stand out the way her eyes did, but they were nice. Not nicer than her eyes though. She smiled as he suggested going somewhere without rocks. Guillotina thought that would be really nice. "There is a garden here? Does that garden have food?" Guillotina really was hungry.