Making Plans

Once Dianna’s mind was made up about finding a home she called together the members of her gang. Sitting around her on old crates and rocks her young followers eagerly awaited their trusted leader's words.

She could see in their faces the love and respect that they had for her. She saved them, shaped them, gave them purpose and family and, for that they will forever be hers. Sensing their eagerness Dianna knew it was time to begin.

“My brothers and sisters.” She began “We have long been **** to live in the shadows of alleyways such as this one. We have been shunned and discarded by society. This is something we must not accept. No longer will we be **** to wander from place to place. I have decided that we will find a permanent home for ourselves.”

Pausing to let the news sink in Dianna took in the mixed but mostly excited expressions of her followers, they seemed hopeful yet **** to believe such a thing was possible.

“Does anyone have any suggestions of places where we might possibly set up our new residence?”