I reach for you . . .
Yet the inches may as well be miles . . . these bars are cruel . . .
I reach out to touch you . . . because you are magic . . . and so very, very fuzzy . . .
And Emmaline says: I love you too, my mighty weasel warrior, my knight in shining fur, my gluten-free corn muffin of love . . .
O My Luscious Punk Princess! So tiny and weaselly! I will gnaw you free with my teeth, and though they look small, they are sharp and mighty!
And to sample your food . . . which is quite tasty, my love . . . the rations they give you are mmmm, deliciouso . . . like our love . . .
Because all I wish to do in this world, besides snack, and chase wiggly things, and bite the head of Jacinta, and greet the dawn with Baby Wallace, and snuggle the Katmama with our heartbeats of Yes, is be with you, my tiny love, my tasty sweet, my luscious little weasel . . .