Ah. Yoga in the garden under the tree.
While folding forward on an exhale (or an inhale, who knows) I noticed Miss Muffet relieving herself on my mat (she was in her swimming costume).
She then proceeded to “draw” in the liquid.
And then roll in it.
Such a little lady I’m bringing up.
Once I’d cleaned up mat and child I continued with my practice. She came back. And “marked” her territory once more. In the same spot. I think I may have given birth to a puppy.
Illustration by me.