#roaringdoe

“Dear… I really need to talk to you about this so can you please stop reading the paper for just a minute. This baby is coming soon and I simply cannot decide how to deliver it. I would love give her better options in life compared to what I had. What if she becomes a deer? A horse? Or a falcon? Wouldn’t that be grand? Just imagine it! She could do so much! She could work at the post office with you, Ivar dear.” 

“But… I am scared. Felicia hurt so much when she was born. I don´t know if I could handle that pain again. Laying an egg would be nothing in comparison. And there are other positives aspects to it! Mrs. Pavin´s kids have always come in eggs and she says it´s the best thing ever, to actually be there and see the egg hatch; to be the first thing your child sees when they come into the world. Well, that does mean that you have to keep an eye on it twenty-four-seven, but you should do that no matter what.” 

“But… Mrs. Pavin is a lovely swan. Her kids wouldn’t dare to complain being born as graceful swans. But me? A mere little hen? Not even a pretty one, just very average. Dear, do you think the child would recent me for deciding her other form for her? What if she learns to hate me?! What if she will be jealous of her sister for having gotten the chance to be anything at all?”

“Ivar… What should I do? Gah! Your fingers are so cold! Where are your gloves?! And stop whispering in my ear, I can´t understand anything you are trying to- Ah… Heh. You are right. Everything will be alright. She will understand. But if she does come complaining about her short chicken legs I will point at you as my accomplice. Stop, stop! I can wipe my own tears, Mr. I Keep Loosing My Gloves, thank you very much.”