Small peeks of the luscious neon pink between the sunset-struck clouds, that is the Kougar's world on the prairie, on the freedom of the prairie. Ever since she was the tiniest of cubs, the Kougar has adored freedom, the freedom to run, then the freedom to read.
As a wide-eyed cub, the Kougar learned about the freedom of our beloved nation, about the liberty of 1776, and she reveled in such a bold and wonderful way to create the world. Freedom in whatever form, has always felt sacred to the Kougar -- sacred, as if held against her precious beating heart to be loved forever.
The freedom to dance her paws joins her with the Sublime Goddess. The freedom to yowl her beliefs, so precious to her soul. The freedom to simply live in the pursuit of happiness. The dreams and the dream-come-true is what the Kougar has lived for, for herself and for everyone. Currently, those freedoms are all but gone for most of us. Our freedom, fought for with the blood of true patriots is gone. Sold to a world mafia. Allowed to become a kindergarten state.
Yes, now it's gone. The Kougar never thought to live in a world where freedom is disappearing faster than the Amazon forest, where freedom is no longer cherished by so many, but destroyed daily through ignorance, pettiness of spirit, ego greed, cruel tyranny and acts of incredible evil.
Freedom, destroyed by those who believe they are doing good. Or good intentions pave the way to hell. Yep, it's true. The Kougar lives it everyday, to her scrunched-up face horror. Her tail twitches desperately in the nightmare.
Yes, the Kougar has tasted the meat of real freedom. She knows what it is to run free. Do you?
Kiss of freedom from the Kougar...
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