Your Lion Mistress

movements

I didn't see Mr. Francisco again.
I wondered what his wife would do with me .
The parts of me that I was restricted from .
One day she took me into the sunlight to see .

I was on the perch I'm assuming she used to spy on me. She set me down there to watch her .
I guess she has removed the parts of me that were in the way of her putting them over her skin as if she was the real version of me. She held herself together with a homemade bikiny that looked like it was a piece of sea weed.
I'm not sure why she suddenly felt the need to hide me from the world but I later found that to be a part of the humane society.

She would sit in the last place I ever resided in as a complete.
And I would watch her movements after she taught herself how to mimic me. And the ways I would swim.

She kept me there watching her practice for the moment that her husband would arrive to his usual fishing spot for my prize meals and I would usually do as she mimicked me doing from the last rushed time I had.

I was personally intrigued that Fisherman Francisco knew the truth.

But he would just watch as if I was the one he was seeing. He was playing along to her little game.
and
She believed him

Sometimes he would do things he had never done during our meetings. There were more he just never stopped to glance at me until that day.

One day. He had one of his fisherman buddies wear his usual coat standing on the boat on a rather windy day.

While he ran to the sand behind her

He timed himself, up to this moment.

Making it look like a strategized plan. She was frantic and panicked. She swam into the deeper part of the turf. The part only I was used to treading.
It was my tale after all.
The man expressed his torment.
Convincing her that she had completed her display of affection.
Her only job was to make it back to shore.

But the turf wasn't any kind of turf. That's where the ships would sail. The only reason I would tread those waters is because I was built for those things.
Well I figured she would just take my tail off and swim back on her own. But I remembered that in those last few days where she had gained some weight, she must have not gotten the opportunity. Because in all the time I spent waiting for her usual recollection and storage schedule.
She never came.