Angie was forming the diagonal part of a capital N. Mum lay on her back near the edge of the bed as if she’d started off closer to Dad but had rolle...d away from Angie’s kicking feet. Dad lay on his side with his face only inches from Angie’s. His face was calm and relaxed in sleep. Angie looked like a little angel with her hair loose and scattered around her like a halo. Every time Dad breathed out, his breath made strands of Angie’s hair flutter. It was like tiny pixies were playing multiple. The two cats jumped at us as soon as they got their wits about them. We three were all seasoned warriors, and so were our horses. The horses had been trained to attack whenever in doubt, and I think that was what saved us.The cats charged, and the horses charged. The horses outweighed the cats by several times, and the cats were knocked to the side. There was a solid thump when we struck the cats, but the cats received much the worse of the impact. Today, by some lucky chance, I had my claymore. Their intelligent enough to follow a routine or command that has become a part of their daily life, repetitiously. I read that Dogs can comprehend up to twenty or more commands understandably. Also reading that some dogs become confused in the field from hearing the same commands from nearby hunters, or even in competition. With much consideration I came up with a select few words to command Numchucks while hunting. ‘Bulla bulla,’ meant there was game, it was the word that triggered his hunting. "I must have been more thirsty than I thought", she said. Hannah was watching her silently. "So, Hannah what do you think about love?" Me? I really don't know an-anything about it", she stammered sipping her milkshake."I doubt that. You love your father, don't you? And Maddy?" That's different", she countered."Why? Because it doesn't affect your body? But it still affects your soul Hannah. Loving a father still means that you have to trust him and open your heart to him".Hannah's cheeks turned.