Kismet is scared and so is her owner, her grandma's house borders onto a big field, sometimes the hunt ploughs through the field with the hounds, they're certainly not hounds of love, they bay like friends and ghouls of the night, the baying takes hours to cease, Kismet is friends with the little foxes, she's not much bigger than a fox herself , has a black tipped foxes brush and pricked ears though they should only be semi pricked, she knew they could get her any minute but her owner at the hand of fates gate was safe, she was a human and not a 🐕 anymore now .Her only chance for complete safety and security was to shapeshift like her owner and transform into a human, this she did without letting her owner know as her owner had bought her the hand of magical fate. The owner had been with her grandmother and aunts, but then she decided to take an adolescent detour by herself reflecting on the horrors of adolescence, greasy hair , spots , the opposite sex and boring homework. Her heart longed to break free from school , meet Romeo and fly away into the land of Gondal, she was a big fan of Literature and this was what she would take as a GCSE option amongst 7 others in her next year.
She. contemplated her mucky blue denims and her red polo neck neck with sleeves rolled up in a down to earth fashion, I cannot find Kismet she's wandered too far into the surrounding hedgerows , she tries to access her inner sage Li hua but to no avail 😭😞 she is panicking a little because she needed to find Kismet , she is the only owner's best friend right now and she doesn't wish her to escape through the gate of destiny and leave her life behind 😭 Just then she chanced upon the great Gawaine, he was the stuff dreams were made of, a knight in shining albeit 💚🍏 armour, he had very long legs and from them emanated a chirping sound!!
Kismet turned around to meet Sam Clemens fresh from his detour as a knight at Arthur's Round table in Connecticut, he had his trademark tache, nevertheless she was struck by surprise, but the Gawaine look had interested him and he'd thought he'd chanced upon a fellow comrade. The owner didn't realise that our great Sir Gawaine was Kismet( I will let you in on an aside in the narrative voice 😆) how wicked!!! The pragmatic approach is sheer magic !! "Well I've been thinking to myself 🤔 Sam Clemens how did you come to compose the great adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, Was Huck based on yourself?" Sam Clemens stood and stared " I'm not talking to the main man, King Arthur here am I, I don't feel particularly inclined or disposed to answer that question". " Oh really, I'm not a barrister you know, just a light - hearted unconditional questioning, no strings attached" replied Sir Gawaine. "Strings!" replied Mark Twain, What do you take me for you old green buffoon, "I don't tamper with string".
Sir Gawaines ' confidence was truly knocked, I'm always playing second fiddle to Arthur " he grumbled out aloud to himself. when I play this shape shifter role. I'm better off shape shifting back to Kismet so I can look pretty, feminine and sheltyish once more, so with a wheel and a wheel and a zap and a zap ⚡ and a wriggle me wree, 2 X 3 , after Mark Twain had trotted back and upon finding a thickly wooded area of camouflage Kismet changed back to her authentic self.