if sarah were telling these stories, she might tell you about the time we were sitting on the forest floor up in the rockies, talking quietly about existence, as we packed up our tents and sought to move on, and she caught a little mouse running around, and said hey, j - look, a mouse. 

disney upbringings lead to certain levels of naivete that i watched be absolutely crushed before my eyes, as an owl swooped down and ripped it's head off, in front of us, as we observed it.

and, she screamed. and started crying...

but, that was life, and that owl no doubt got it's vitamins on that day, as it consumed that mouse's organs, one by one. we, ourselves, store our fatty vitamins in our liver. it would no doubt be nutritious to a tiger, or a cougar, if one were to cross us on our own paths through existence.

i had to calm her down first, and it's not like she didn't get it. she'd just never seen it. we talked it through and she seemed to be less angry at the owl after a stark discussion.

....although i still heard snide remarks from her about owls, years later.

she was never the same, after that.

phil collins warning: