Starting Over Again

Martha froze in her tracks. That voice, but it couldn't be. He was a bird, not a raccoon. She turned back towards him and scanned around just to be certain the bird brain wasn't trying to trick her from the trees. But no, it was just her and the coon before her. She dropped back to her knees just in time for the critter to climb into her arms and give what she assumed was a hug. She wrapped her arms tightly around him. "You asshole...who told you that you could disappear on me?" she said between attempts to keep from crying. "I was so scared you were dead, and you were nothing more than changed into a scavenging trash eater." Yes the insults were necessary. They were the only way Martha could keep from breaking down into messy sobs. "Where have you been? Where are we? And how did you...or I get here? I was just about to sneak into the jungle to look for you, and suddenly woke up here." Remi martha "You can't hide anything from me."