"I...would like green...please." Replied Sparkle, the young puppy swallowing the empty lump of air that grew and regrew in her mouth no matter what she did.

The larger wolf standing in front of her rolled her lips back slowly, carefully, revealing an alarming amount of perfect white fangs that seemed to glitter and catch the illuminant globes of light from the lamp.

With equal parts horror and wonderment, Sparkle gazed upon the new plastic cylinder's that would serve as her eyes for the remainder of her eyes. The dark, shiny plastic seemed to contort from it's original ink dipped shade; sculpting it's colors and sifting casually through hues until it rested across a sparkling jade that reflected the identical hued sphere's of Sparkle's eyes.

The young girl glanced sheepishly towards her father; trim, successful, standing there in a business suit and smiling at her warmly. A perfect opposite of beer guzzling phantom that awaited her back home. Her gaze swiftly turned to her mother, who stood impatiently, holding the needle and thread and small box with the two glistening buttons. She was dressed in a lovely sun dress that cast a radiance on her pretty figure like no other outfit ever could. The very core of beauty and everything Sparkle wanted for herself. She smiled again; the familiar fang filled expression that reminded the young wolf of the coldest ice and frost laden windows. It was an unnatural smile that made her cheeks feel like they were stinging.

"I..." Sparkle squeaked quietly, reaching her fingers out to softly caress the rounded edges of the buttons that stared at her silently, uncaring of her choice. Other mother had no such patience. Her voice dimpled with irritation when she spoke, and her tongue lapped at each of the words as if they were sweetened with salt.
"Yes...pretty pup..my dear, sweet little girl. Is this not to your liking? You can have any color you choose, you know...do you like blue...pink? Red? Marigold, perhaps? It is your choice...Pretty puppy...But do..........choose." The older wolf suggested. A suggestion that Sparkle had heard before. So many times when it was suggested by her father that she keep quiet. Suggested that she look at at the floor, or suggested that she stop complaining when her stomach ached from hunger. Suggestions that often ended with "or else." Suggestions that were identical to commands.

"...I...can stay forever? "The little wolf squeaked. Her mother's voice was smooth as silk, toned in an inky whisper that made Sparkle's ears perk and shudder.
"Yessssss. I will love you...like no mother has ever loved a child...it won't hurt...I promise that...you want to be loved...don't you?" She hissed. Love, was a word nigh unfamiliar to Sparkle, yet sounded like honey when the older wolf stroked her ears with it. She felt a quiet tear trickling down her cheek. Meaningless as it was, Sparkle couldn't understand why it had fallen, nor why her voice was laced with uncertainty or terror when she nodded her head; And whispered "Ok."









Guess what movie IIIIIIIIII Saaaaaaaaaaaw? XD I doubt young Sparkle could push away such an opportunity. Poor thing.