The lion and the mouse are fighting over how the thorn got there, but neither know how to get it out. My once proud lion seems to be lost with the sheep but God help us when she finally breaks free.
Rage seeps out faster than any thorn can plug.
She just wants the spiders to go away, but they keep on comin' back, the hole unplugged. Both forces pull at the one until the one is undone. She has been creating rhymes since birth and intends to make poetry hip again.