Hushed Willows i'm not uncomfortable feeling weird

he feels unaccountably pleased as she speaks. this is something important, he thinks, a babyish ephiphany, the way words can change how people see, or, or feel even. "i wanna see things dif--dif - er - rent -ly," atwood explains, taking care to get the more difficult word right. it feels important, too, to be able to use the words he wants to use, to say them well and not stumble. stumbling frustrates him. "an' to tell everybody 'bout what i see." with a small, self-satisfied nod, he sits, his tail curling around his toes as he watches the sun set, too.