Thanks to Shonaleigh for the idea.
(This is not a story about Shonaleigh.)
Thumbing through the Power Animal Divining Cards for inspiration, she wondered what her spirit guide would be: perhaps the otter: playful and coquettish, the snake: wise and otherworldly. Or the wolf. Yes. Intelligent, intuitive, independent. That sounded about right.
The three-for-two fresh herb deal at the supermarket hadn’t included white sage, so some wilted parsley was smouldering reluctantly in her incense dish.
She cleared her mind and waited for enlightenment.
She ignored the recurring vision of a spoiled lapdog, greedy for attention, full of self-importance. Yapping, crapping and incapable of even basic self-care.
That was not how she saw herself.
Tom Juniper Poetry 
Brilliant
When you began I was waiting for the chicken ending – nice swerve!
Richard
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