<strong>Astraotte</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1075482)<br/><br/>Astraotte  grumbles as she flies through the air, winging down the path she'd spotted. She'd tried flying upside down so she could relax a little but she'd just crashed right into an especially tall tree. Her poor wing had gotten all tangled up in the branches and she'd had to carefully work it out, and then this dumb little animal had come over and tried to grumble at her so she'd chased it<em>just a little</em>and then got even more tangled up, and then she had to figure out how to back out of the tree and eventually she just got so sick of it and thrashed her way free. She was still picking pine needles out of her hair.<br/><br/>Well, so what if she'd been ambushed by that tree. She could take it! She didn't need her mean old jerk boyfriend. Even if her tummy was rumbling a little and she wanted a drink and her tail was all stiff and sore. She wouldn't back down! She'd conquer this world! She'd get the best treats! She'd find out where booze came from!<br/><br/><strong>"Oh yes! The world is miiiiiine!"</strong>