update from sparkleup

writing/sawtooth/monkey-and-bear.md

@@ -47,15 +47,15 @@ And the bear is out the van now and she's parked her backside against the front
 
 "I know you been wanting to go straight for years now, get out of the job-to-job life and go do something that's day-to-day, and I love you, you big oaf, you big dummy, but maybe we hit up just one or two more once we get there, real sly-like without raising any eyebrows, or maybe we do it on the way.
 
-"Ursula, my dear, my love, you okay keepin' those muscles up for me a few more days? Just a few more. Just a few more runs, just a few more heads to knock together, you understand. I swear on my life, girlie, I swear up and down your body from those ears you know I love to bite to that hot fuckin' cunt--" this punctuated with a grope, because Sim will always jump to that, he's just built to. "--to those big fuckin' feet of yours, you'll get to live the straight life soon. We been on the road so many years now --- what, like two decades or something? --- and sooner or later you'll bury those feet of yours in some good clean earth instead of in some poor sop's stomach and that earth will be your very own garden. You'll have it all for yourself!"
+"Ursula, my dear, my love, you okay keepin' those muscles up for me a few more days? Just a few more. Just a few more runs, just a few more heads to knock together, you understand. I swear on my life, girlie, I swear up and down your body from those ears you know I love to bite to that hot fuckin' cunt--" this punctuated with a grab at the same, because Sim will always jump to that, he's just built to. "--to those big fuckin' feet of yours, you'll get to live the straight life soon. We been on the road so many years now --- what, like two decades or something? --- and sooner or later you'll bury those feet of yours in some good clean earth instead of in some poor sop's stomach and that earth will be your very own garden. You'll have it all for yourself!"
 
 And Sim is off spinning again, spinning into the dark, and surely Ursula's got a smile or something going on as he calls out to her --- "Two gardens! A row of carrots in front cause I know you love those and maybe a whole fuckin' mess of beets out back" --- but we'll never know, will we? Sim won't settle his eyes on her long enough, he's too busy jumping.
 
-And let's just suppose they managed it. Ursula dressed in those coveralls that fit her just so, standing up to her ankles in good clean earth, turned over and over with peat and that sheep shit fertilizer that somehow manages to smell like it could grow things even on the moon. We can go ahead and suppose that Ursula might plow furrows herself with those handfuls of claws she keeps to herself, dropping seeds in their wake. We can suppose that she'd baby those beets until she could cradle them herself, plucked fresh from the earth. Would she kiss them, you think? Would she sing them lullabies? Surely fresh-grown beets make a hell of a stew.
+And let's just suppose they managed it. Let's just picture what that looks like. Ursula dressed in those coveralls that fit her just so, standing up to her ankles in good clean earth, turned over and over with peat and that sheep shit fertilizer that somehow manages to smell like it could grow things even on the moon. We can go ahead and suppose that Ursula might plow furrows herself with those handfuls of claws she keeps to herself, dropping seeds in their wake. We can suppose that she'd baby those beets until she could cradle them herself, plucked fresh from the earth. Would she kiss them, you think? Would she sing them lullabies? Surely fresh-grown beets make a hell of a stew.
 
 But still, they had got to earn their keep, hadn't they? That's what Sim said, would say at the drop of a hat, at the drop of a haul, every time they hopped in the van after a heist or holdup. He'd promise her late at night, and maybe he'd even call out to her across a gas station or over the hood of some poor sop's car as the fox or cat or whatever shrieked and threw coins at her feet and recoiled in terror.
 
-So Ursula kept up her routine, still doing her runs in the morning and hauling some rocks round here and there just to keep those shoulders from getting too soft and brushing her fur out in the evenings. Still crunching on those carrots we all know she loves and buying cans of beets --- pale imitations of those in her dreams --- to go with the cheap chuck so she can cook up a stew on the tailgate of the van, just past the end of their mattress. Still letting Sim push her down onto that very same mattress after every job, cause we all know the ferret's gotta jump every opportunity he gets, and maybe she makes a sound or maybe not, cause we also know how taciturn our Ursula is, quiet to her core, and we'll never know her thoughts as he hunches and curls above her because Sim hasn't the time to listen after making, he promises himself, love to her, he's too busy jumping.
+So Ursula kept up her routine, still doing her runs in the morning and hauling some rocks round here and there just to keep those shoulders from getting too soft and brushing her fur out in the evenings. Still crunching on those carrots we all know she loves and buying cans of beets --- pale imitations of those in her dreams --- to go with cheap chuck so she can cook up a stew on the tailgate of the van, just past the end of their mattress. Still letting Sim push her down onto that very same mattress after every job, cause we all know the ferret's gotta jump every opportunity he gets and the jobs, they make him jumpy, and maybe she makes a sound or maybe not, cause we also know how taciturn our Ursula is, quiet to her core, and we'll never know her thoughts as he hunches and curls above her because Sim hasn't the time to listen after making, he promises himself, love to her, he's too busy jumping.
 
 All we know, all we know of course, all poor Sim knows is that our Ursula's heart beats faster.