Listen to me,ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

A placeholder I just drew for my page. It holds all that's dear to me. When I was drawing the chickens I realized that last night I had a dream where my granny killed the rooster, it was one scene in a very anxiety-inducing dream, but I was sad. Death is obviously a sad thing, they don't even have names, we refer to the chickens by their feather's colors and the rooster is the rooster of course. My two cats, they don't like eachother that well (The fluffy one hates the fat, and the fat always teases the fluffy.) And my dogs, dachshund is young, she has 6 months and is full of energy, the son is an old man, he will turn 10 this january, and his mom is resting in heaven, I miss her a lot and hold her dear in my heart.