Kicking things [Fuzzy]{blitz}

I really like this place it makes me happy. Grass. It's green and on the ground and I like it. Mama never lets me eat grass. Or roll in it. Mama is mean. When i eat grass, she yells at me because she thinks people don't eat grass. But that boy I hit in the face with a circle looks like he ate grass.

He'd covered his ears when I yelled and I think cows do that and they eat grass I think so that's why he looks that way. He said his name is Weaver.

Weavers are people who weave things for money in my district. I know this. I also know spiders are pretty sometimes and that they weave. I weaved my hand back and forth in front of his face a couple of times and jumped twice just because my face body said so.

I smile and then I decide to respond to the cow boy.

"I'm Clara. Why do you have a circle? And why are you a cow- spider?"

I'm a nice person I think sometimes but I kinda really wanna kick this guy a little bit. I was looking to see if he had eight legs on his body. He then looked at me like he thought I wanted to touch his foot which, I did, but also in my mind, no.

He asks me if I mean the circle ball and I nod because I guess that is what lies with meaning into the circle. He might not have said circle but also I think he did. I meow loudly at his second question and forget what I'm thinking.

Then I think another thing. Why didn't the weird boy cry when the circle ball whacked him in his face place? Is he stupid? Is he a wizard? Why does he have the ball? That's when I decide to ask him about some of these thoughts.

" Why do you have this circle ball, anywhozits?"