Yoku Yoko Moko
Patshiki paced back and forth along the shoreline. She appeared tired, more than drenched from swimming, and heavily distressed. It was shortly after noon during a partly cloudy Sunday, and usually, Patshiki would be swimming or in town. But today, her mind was focused upon someone, not something, who she had been following for a year or so now. He was growing up so quick... He was so grouchy... He...
He had never been swimming! THE HORROR!
"Augh! Why do I care?!" She screamed, flopping herself upon the sand. Why, why couldn't she have just kept her bowl? Why did she have this stupid phobia of males? He seemed like a good boy being raised by good people and she was missing out on everything! She wanted to be in his life and he probably had no idea who she was to begin with! AUGH! Where was a good distraction when she needed one?
