You must love this dearest creature. It’s so darling. A cute little creature. A precious prized querida. It wants the best for you, and you want the best for it. It would never make you any physical harm. So innocuous. It depends on you and you depend on it. You have to take care of it. You are both connected by intangible matters and material matters. You have to associate with it. 

It shouts. It shouts so loud. The more it shouts, the more it becomes louder. You want to run as far as possible. It hurts your mind. You can no longer live in this shout. The head feels faint and it stings in the chest, but you have to love it. You won’t shout back at it. You won’t hit it. It is not proper. How cruel then you would be. You must persist in the shout. Don’t shout back at it. Wait for it to stop shouting and then you will believe it won’t be so loud next time. You almost believe it. 

You are in love with this cutie. It’s so adored. A honey sweetie pie. You want the best for it, and it wants the best for you. It would never leave you. You must protect it and make sure it has all the best. You have to accompany each other. 

It yells again. The head feels faint and it stings in the chest, but you have to love it. You won’t yell back at it. You won’t hit it. It is not proper. How cruel then you would be. You must persist in the yell. Don’t yell back at it. Wait for it to stop yelling and then you will believe it won’t be so loud next time. You almost believe it.