Sometimes I doubt whether Zummy leads us in the right direction.
Sometimes... Sometimes I doubt her leadership of our pride, if we can call ourselves one.
Mylo doesn't say anything, he thinks his opinion is worthless because we took him in only weeks ago, and thus hasn't got anything to say, but to nod and agree.
I think it's pathetic, but I can't blame him, I think I'd feel and do the same.
But I'd give an opinion if asked one, at least.
I don't want her to know how I feel, because she's taking this so seriously, and, I dunno, I think it makes her happy, or soothes her, as if her purpose is being fullfilled.
That's great, it's great all right, but...
...She's taken us so far away from home. From mom, dad, uncle and auntie.
I don't like it.
I want to stay.
This is my home and I don't want to leave it.
Yet, she'd never act so worked up all of sudden out of nothing.
Something's happened and she's not telling me, which, given how I've followed her and obeyed her so far, isn't fair at all.
Sometimes I want to yell at her for not confiding in me.
Whatever it is, I want to know.
But I guess there's no coaxing her into spitting it out. So I guess, until she gets her ideas straight, I suppose I have no choice but to follow her some more, untill I decide I've had it. I don't want to leave my home, but I don't want to leave her alone either.
I can only hope that, wherever we end up in, the moon shines the same as it did when mom, dad and the rest were with us, and as it does now.