Living in Heaven (Kota)

Grass, grass, grass. Lots and lots of delicious grass. Little Shit had never been happier than he was at that moment. The girl whom he learned was Aoife, and the boy, whom he learned was Hunter, had taken him to live with a man who lived by the castle. Little Shit had to say that this living arrangement was wayyyyy better than being stuck inside a dorm with only Bertie bots every flavor beans to eat. Even though he would miss those, they still didn't taste the same as real fresh grass. But now, Little shit was even more confused, as Aoife didn't call him Little Shit like Hunter did, even though it was a perfectly good name, but Aoife called Little Shit Willow. None of the sheep on the farm where he came from went by a name as silly as Willow. Little Shit thought that his past name represented him more, and he was proud of it. Whenever Aoife tried to call him Willow, he deliberately tried to ignore her, and hope and wait for the day that she would call him by his REAL name.

Though he was happier with these living arrangements than the ones he had before, Little Shit was lonelier. He missed having the constant company of having Hunter around, no matter how annoying he was, and Aoife, even though he was positive one of his ear drums were permanently shattered. Little Shit didn't understand how his presence could excite a girl so much unless she was a sheep maniac. But he hoped that Aoife AND Hunter would come and visit him at his new home, well, he knew that Aoife would come and visit him, but he wasn't sure about Hunter. It was around the time of day when his new owner would come and visit him. Little Shit didn't know about him at first, but figured that if he was friends with Aoife and Hunter, then maybe he would be alright.

Little shit was prancing and playing in the grass. He was enjoying the fresh breeze, and enjoying the sun. Little Shit showed no mercy to how much he pooed in the grass like he had when he was locked up in Hunter's dorm. He didn't have to savor the grass like he did the Bertie Bots beans. He could have all the grass he wanted and nobody could tell him otherwise, or not wait so long to feed him. Little Shit was now living a happy and care free life. And no shitty name like Willow was going to ruin it.