Mysh

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-Baby's POV-

When I have a question I can never let it go. I tried to let it go because I thought it might be too personal for ballora but I ended up going over to ballora gallery anyway. I walked in to see ballora laying on the floor. I walked over and payed on my back like the pale ballerina. "Ballora?" I whispered looking at the ceiling.

"Yes baby?" She replied.

"Well I have a question." I answered "you don't have to answer if you don't want to!" I said in a rush.

"Okay, what is it?"

"Well I was wondering why you call foxy Mysh?"

"It's my nickname for him."

"What does it mean?"

"It's Russian for mouse." Even more questions floated into my head.

"Why Russian? You know he's a fox right?" I blurted out.

"Because I'm Russian. And I called him that before" she hesitated "before we died."

"I'm so sorry ballora. I didn't know." I felt so bad. Me and my stupid questions.

"It's alright Baby." I knew it wasn't alright. I k ew it hurt to talk about when you were alive so I silently left ballora gallery.

This is so short but I felt like writing it so here you go.

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