The moon is new. I walk in weakness. My weak is stronger than many.
I am Beast.
The forest is wide and free to the north country. The hills and forest call me.
My kitten is a friend. She makes her own decisions. She sits on my shoulder or in my arm. I love my little friend.
I am sad. Beast am sad that I do not have a family.
Emerson adopted me as his own. The Heron adopted me. Beast should not feel sad.
I look at the moon too much.
Perhaps it is something Beast can change.
I get sad and weak when the moon is gone.
Strange man Theodore. Beast likes to play in mud and gather clay.
Beast see Theodore gather dung and bring it home.
They call me crazy.