Otter Creek innocent iii

Why would God create something like her? Silence, silence ever since the day of her birth; how could she tell this man that she did not know she would even recognize God's voice? Ana thought again of Dinah, who would have known. Then of Heda, who had left her behind.

Left her. But not Dinah, never Dinah.

Yes, She confessed after a small silence, voice brimming with bitterness. Her name is Dinah. She likes flowers, and she has blue eyes and parents who love her. And I'll never be anything like her. Ana finally lifted her muzzle to rest it on her paws. Her eyes found the sky again.

I hurt someone, once. I think I wanted to kill him.