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This waasss my warmup for the day, but it turned into it's own beast. So this will be the story for the night!
I've been writing pretty consistently, but not all of it seems worth posting to here. Unless you really want my writing warmups that consist of writing about giant breasts or a story of a Caren ordering coffee.
Have you ever wondered what the Moon was made of? This couple ponders that idea as they stare up at the infinite expanse of space. Wondering if they can figure out what it really is.
As usual PDF attached read that instead! Love yall stay good people and have a gooooddd rest of your day!
Make Of The Moon
“What do you think the Moon is made of?”
I can’t help but chuckle, my boyfriend’s question catching me out of the blue, “You know, I was under the assumption it was made out of rocks.”
He chuckles in response, waving his hands towards the endless vastness of space, “I mean, yeah. But there are people who say the Moon is made of cheese. Who's to say it has to be made of a specific material?”
“I’d say any scientist ever.”
He shoots me an accusatory look, his slitted eyes full of wonder and imagination, “Please, humor me.”
I can only laugh, rolling my eyes and stroking a claw through his feathered neck, “Fine, fine. If it is cheese, then that would be one big feast for a giant mouse!”
That gets him to burst out laughing, the rise and fall of his chest so comforting to someone looking for any semblance of peace after a hectic day, “Okay, I like that one! That’d be one fat mouse by the time they’re done!”
This time I’m the one to laugh, his wonderment for the world never failing to amuse me. This only got me thinking, phrasing my question shortly after his own.
“And what about you? Obviously you’ve thought about the mysterious material the Moon is made of. What does this great astronomer think the Moon is?”
My parrot of a boyfriend turns to me, his eyes so full of delight and wonder I thought they could classify as a seventh wonder in that very moment.
“You see, I’ve thought about it a lot! Because, we really don’t know what it is. No one has ever been up there, who’s to say it definitely isn’t some really gray cheese and a mouse isn’t up there right now gnawing on their forever meal?”
“No one!” I shout enthusiastically.
“Exactly, no one!”
We both break out into raucous laughter, my taloned paws ruffling through his neck feathers once more. I stare straight up at the Moon, so surrounded by trillions of stars perfectly encompassing this proposed ball of cheese.
I finally speak up after a moment, feeling my own imagination flare up with ideas, “So… what do you think the Moon is made of?”
He pauses for a moment, holding up a feathered finger to hold for the perfect amount of dramatic effect.
“An eye.”
A palpable silence.
I think over the nigh impossible idea, flipping over the concept in my head. I want to shoot it down, the impossible idea only seeming to work in the same universe that the Moon is made of cheese and that tiny mouse is working away bit by bit.
“Exxxxxxxplain.”
“Well, no one knows what the Moon could be! No one has been up there, aliens haven’t been proven to exist yet, but we are living on a planet full of talking animals, I’m sure there’s something there about how we have feral and anthropomorphized versions of the same species-”
“Get on with it.”
“Right, you know how I get excited talking about the infinite possibilities of unknowns.. But just imagine it. A giant bigger than the whole universe - bigger than anything we know. Our Sun for one eye, the Moon for the other. A being so impossibly huge and so imperceptibly unknown spinning around our planet. So large we have a day and night cycle that keeps our planet in its constant cycle. So beyond our recognition that it can present itself as a universe with all of the planets roaming around its form. Completely and utterly omnipotent and could destroy us at any moment.”
He doesn’t even give me a second to talk, his beak clacking out endless strings of impossibilities put out into the world. Each theory dug him further into his lunacy, but every word only made this tiger remember why I love this bird. I press myself close to him, paws gripping his face before our lips lock. The talk of impossibilities turning into the whole world stopping for but a moment. His beak pressing into my maw as my whiskers sparked against his cute, yapping beak.
And if I had looked up, I could have seen the Moon blink in this perfect moment of passion.
I broke away from the kiss, paws on both sides of his face as I give him a giant smile.
“I guess that makes some sense.”
Category Story / Abstract
Species Parrot / Macaw
Gender Male
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 42.1 kB
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