LilyDawnwhisper

Of all the times in the world, why have an episode now?  The tiny borrower feels pins and needles prickling beneath the skin of their hands as they attempt to lower into a canister of dried beef left open on the counter. Even the thick leather gloves they wear can’t offer any protection from the pain that bubbles up on the inside. They only want some supper: two days without a meal and a lean week before were taking their toll. The borrower’s stomach groans irritably as it’s empty depths twist and cramp. They let go of the slick glass canister rim and a hollow thunk reverberates through the jar as they hit bottom: slum