wilma's pov.
i'm so mad.
i can't believe they would just kick me off the committee like that.
i, wilma mankiller, was no longer chief of my tribe.
i hate that little snitch ahmik.
his name does mean beaver though
maybe it matches his stupid personality
he probably has checkered moccasins.
why would he expose me like that?
i regret having that dumb small crush on him.
he was like 3'2 anyways.
what would i do?
pet him?
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well,
they pretty much told me to leave or they would escort me to a jail
i think i'll sleep in my car
i have a ferrari
i hid it from them
for twenty seven years
i'm not poor like them anyways
i don't got them horses in the back
i have a bright blue vehicle
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the park is where i guess i could think everything out.
it's stormy out here.
and thundery.
eek
seems like i'm the only one here...... i snuck past the entrance
i know a few wildlife hacks from my p a s t
i'llsleepheretonight
but right as i was going to sit down, i see a figure
"you need any help?" i ask what i was assuming, a male.
"uh... sure." they say back. it was a male. i could recognize it.
i let him follow me to my car, considering now how cold it was.
i hope he isn't dating
talk about love at first sight.
i'm crazy
