Awaiting Adoption: Part 5
It's been two weeks. Two weeks of exhausting, unfathomable, strenuous, generally tiring training.
However, it has had some benefits - I now know karate, can swim, and can jump to enormous heights and distances. I can run at the speed of ten miles per hour, and crack nearly any code. I'm an innocent bunny with a dark flip side.
I've been spending the past few nights at Empress' house, and it's been kind of fun. Before bed every night, we go on her laptop and watch Pawflix.
I have a day off, so I'm checking out Jamaa Township and having fun. Oop! A Jam-A-Gram!
I'M INVITED TO MYTHICAL SPIRITWOLF'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!!!!!!!
Mythical Spiritwolf is the queen of the cool crowd in Draa, the second most popular server. Julian2, Kosho, LilacPetal, and WootMoo are her best buds. She's kind of a big deal, and if you get invited to her birthday party, you're gold.
I'm about to reply "Of course!" in a Jam-A-Gram, but one saying pops into my head. I learned it from Empress.
Don't put the cart before the horse.
I shouldn't put being popular before my training. I shouldn't worry about it, because the fate of Jamaa is in my very paws.
Then Eleanor Roosevelt pops into my mind.
You must do the thing you think you cannot do.
I'm going to that party.
It's a week later, and I'm at the party.
"There you are." Prancing slips a lei around my neck.
"May I get you anything else?"
"No, sir, I think I'm fine," I say.
"Well, go right in, then," he says. "Have a nice day!"
I run up the stairs to the smell of food. There's two ice cream/frozen yogurt carts, a lollipop stand, two tables with two chairs each, and - WOW - a feast table!
I help myself to some noodles, a slice of pizza, a small helping of fries, and a donut. It's made of awesome.
I look out of the giant glass wall and see Mythical down in a hot tub. I quickly scarf down the food, and head down to join her.
WHAT????
This isn't fair. Mythical can't just expect me and others to serve her and bow down to her. She can't do this. She CANNOT invite me and then ask me to not have fun.
I half-stomp, half-walk up the steps and get Mythical her precious strawberry frozen yogurt. I deliver it, she gives a grunt of thanks, and then she goes back to chatting with her BFF, Infinity Strongtiger.
"Non-members are LOOOOSERS!!!!!!"
"Ha ha! I know, right?"
"Anyway. Have you seen the latest issue of Sassy Style?"
"YES. Did you catch the outfit with the blue and pink spiked collar?"
"OMG, yes! I LOOOVED it. I'm planning to wear it to the Charity Gala. It's being called the event of the season."
"Besides your party?"
"Besides mine."
A voice from a seemingly invisible intercom blares.
"At this time Mythical Spiritwolf will be receiving her birthday gifts. Please report to the island that is southeast of the main entrance."
Blegh. Now I have to go watch Mythical bask in the rays of her coolness, shunning poor gifts and jumping with glee at good ones.
I arrive at what's dubbed "Gift Island" moments before Mythical opens her first gift.
"A BLUE AND PINK LONG COLLAR!!!!" she screeches. The crowd goes wild.
"That will go PERFECTLY with your outfit for the Charity Gala!"
"I know, right! Here's the next one........A BETA BLUE RUG!!!! This will go AMAZINGLY well with my new blue bedroom set!"
"A POT O' GEMS!!!!"
"That can be on your shelf to show off your riches!"
"A BLUE AND PINK LONG WRIST!!!!!!!"
"Exactly what you need for the Charity Gala outfit!"
MERP!!!! MERP!!!!!!! MERP!!!!! MERP!!!!!! MERP!!!!!!!! MERP!!!!!!!
