"Humphrey wake up!" Kate yelled. "What, what's going on?" Humphrey asked." "The caribou are in the valley I'm going to have to go on a hunt." dicho Kate. "Okay I'll be fine here." Humphrey watched Kate chase the caribou. He was still thinking of asking her about having a family, he just didn't know how to tell her. Once Kate got back Humphrey got ready to tell her. "Kate I need to talk to you." Kate walked over to Humphrey curious for what he had to say. "Kate I was thinking about having a family." Humphrey dicho quietly. Kate smiled. "I was actually thinking the same." "Do tu think we're ready to be parents." Kate asked. "I think we're ready I'm not very sure though." Humphrey admitted. "Well just think about it." Kate smiled. The siguiente night Humphrey agreed to have pups. Eve walked into the guarida, den to see how Kate was. What she saw made her furious. Kate and Humphrey mating. "GRRRRR." Eve jumped onto Humphrey and strangled him. "Mom STOP." Kate demanded. Eve stopped. "Humphrey are tu alright?" Kate said. "I'm fine." Humphrey said.
A few weeks later Kate had bad news she wasn't pregnant. A tear rolled down Kate's cheek. "It's alright." Humphrey said. "We can always try again later." Humphrey smiled. Kate stopped crying
A few weeks later Kate had bad news she wasn't pregnant. A tear rolled down Kate's cheek. "It's alright." Humphrey said. "We can always try again later." Humphrey smiled. Kate stopped crying
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale o some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life o the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life o changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.
such a waste, my life whole life is a fake!...but im sure ive been a thorn inside of you...that's torn at tu for years. but, sometimes i can taste how amargo, amargos i've become...& its más then i can bare. sometimes i pray for someone to blow me away. just make it quick, but let it burn...so i can feel the pain thats torn at me for years. i can't be held responsable, 'cause this is all so new to me. can i...leave my pain behind?
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what tu DO with the gift of life, that determends who tu are. the pain tu feel...its normal. let it go.
tu think?
yes. tu need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
tu can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
the sercomstances of one's birth are irrelavent. its what tu DO with the gift of life, that determends who tu are. the pain tu feel...its normal. let it go.
tu think?
yes. tu need to forgive and forget.
i can't...
tu can.
but i can't just do nothing...
it's not nothing!
i cant just...forget.
it's hard to forgive, and its hard to forget, but it's easy to do nothing...
you're right...
I do not own this. I did not write it, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will tu be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will tu run?
Will tu hide?
o will tu hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and tu are the apple.
So who will tu be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will tu cower,
o will tu fight?
Is your corazón made of glass?
o a pure snow white?
Who will tu be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will tu run?
Will tu hide?
o will tu hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and tu are the apple.
So who will tu be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will tu cower,
o will tu fight?
Is your corazón made of glass?
o a pure snow white?