Family Tree

Yes! She got stuck up the tree, twice! Myself and Aslan watched quietly as they attempted to get her down. I sprinted up the other tree to give a show of my athletic prowess and was quite out of breath. Or was it the sight of Aslan, Aslan my dream kit, my hero. I rolled around on the grass abit - showed him my desirable fuller figure - and then strolled casually up my stairs. Question: how to seduce Aslan onto the stairs for a wee bit of small talk? Perhaps I could share my new catnip cushion and we could rest our heads and look at the stairs. I mean stars. Honestly, that Imposter is playing havoc with my writing skills.