Mm, not knowing the nature of the questions, I do not know. While it would be advantageous to pick three questions, we do not know if she has some cruel trick up her sleeve.
[ The questions appear on the whiteboard, scrawled sloppily: ]
QUESTION ONE: Am I weird? I want to play the oboe I want to play the french horn. I want a cornish rex. am I weird
QUESTION TWO: 2 months ago I was at my uncles and I went to take my two dogs out to the bathroom and my uncles dog honey was out there as always and then all of a sudden a chicken ran across the yard and my bigger dog pulled cause it scared her and I accidently let go of my puppy and big dogs leash. I got a hold of Amy's leash(my big dog) leash really quick but Cici(my puppy) ran away the chicken then she saw honey and ran over to her. I was across the yard yelling no at Cici and running as fast I could to her to try to grad her before she got to honey but it was to late and I let go of Amy's leash and all I can remember is screaming and holding onto my puppy trying to get her out of honeys mouth but honey wouldn't let go of her. I had a hold of cicis leash and I was screaming and hitting honey and telling her to put her down. Honey usually always listens. Then my cousins heard my screams like 2 seconds later my cousin Jo he came up behind me and hit honey really hard and honey let go of cici. I grabbed Amy leash and held Cici in my arms and ran back inside to my grandma. My aunt and uncle came over and was looking at Cici and said she should be find but after we cleaned the blood off her(there was hardly any) she was limping and wasn't being herself so my grandma and I took her to urgent animal care. We waited for like 3 hours before they told me she wasn't going to make it and that it was inter bleeding. I got to hold her one last time and she died in my arms. Is it my fault? Did I kill my puppy?
My child, you are not at fault, but you have learned a valuable lesson about the fragility of life. To live in this world is stand upon a narrow cliff slick with ice. It is so very easy to lose your footing and fall, to lose yourself or that which you hold dear. It is often said that the world is a sheet of paper, and we are naught but images that gods paint on it with their brushes. How easily the paper tears! How quickly are the images lost!
Perhaps this sounds quite grim, but I tell you that in spite of all of this, there is hope. You persist in this world, and you had the chance to live alongside your dear Cici for a time. In your life, you will surely experience many other losses, but also shall you have the chance to meet many other wonderful beings before they depart from you. And now that the soul of Cici lives on and shall be reborn into your world, as shall you when you finally slip from that icy cliff.
I don't know, is it weird that you want to play an oboe and french horn? Probably not, I mean, my brother plays a samisen and that's a weirder instrument if you ask me.
If you're weird, you're way less weird than my brother.
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