ORIGIN

No longer dizzy, she shook herself off, and took off at a hoppity-hoppity-hop again.

Bouncy kitty bouncy kitty, she looked up at the stars then down at the ground - 'What is a rod?' she didn't know but she was determined to find one and bring it back. Be useful and helpful and a very good kitty.

'I'm a good Poco!'

'A good, helpful, useful Poco!'

She nodded, and continued to bound forward, slowing to a trot when she got tired. Oh, what is a rod? A rod is a rod and what is a rod but a rod?

Welcome to Poco's thought process, try not to get lost, it's terrifying.

Naturally, she slipped on what could generously be called a rod, looked at it, and kept going.

'I will find the Kings a rod!'

So many rods.

So many rods kicked away and broken and abandoned, never to be used for their purpose.

The Kings would cry.

She tripped over a rod, and knew what it was.

Stone, about as long as her leg, rounded at the end. And oh, but wasn't it beautiful? "Rod!" she cheered, almost certain.

Now to... get it to the Kings.

She chirruped excitedly, poking the rod.

It rolled over. It was heavy.

Poked it again.

It finally finished the rotation.

Now... how to do this.

Even a smart cat would have a hard time figuring it out.

Poco Loco is not a smart cat.

Un Poco Loco spent the better part of an hour figuring out how to get it in her mouth without breaking her teeth, dragged it back to the small hill that she'd tumbled down, tumbled for round-about two hours, spent another half an hour trying to pick up the rod, then went to work dragging it back to the Kings.