A mother’s instinct told her this kind of heat was fierce, and could rob the life of her and her young. Her cubs rested gently between her razor sharp teeth. Her heart felt heavy. After all this was a home she had hoped to bring up the next generation. Abandoning this warmth was far more important than anything. She had to choose between life and home, and life would always win.
Gosh, I said to myself. I don’t know what to do with this awful story. I better leave now before the fire gets here. Oh right, the computer’s charger.