You walk over to that bitches hive and knock right on her front door. “Alright, m’ here, let me in!” You say, you really just wanted to beat on someone, because you weren’t able to cheer up your moirail.
It was hot- hotter than usual- and with the sun beating down on you slathered-with-sunscreen neck, you could barely bear it. You were doing chores- and out in the desert heat, raking up porcupine poo smelled ten times worse.
You wiped the sweat from your forehead- right now, you would give anything to be inside in the air-conditioned house.