.Miss Mary.
_{Or "A conversation between a conservative Mister Squid and a partially liberal, mostly over-thinking things Miss Mary over a cup of milk and grain"}

"Yes, Miss, I believe you have crossed the line."

Mary lay the teacup down. Meant for tea as previously stated, the cup held nothing more but milk and sugared wheat, which she took in danger of her asthma.

Miss Mary stared the un-teacup down for a moment, willing lumps to rise to the surface before spooning them with the sugar-spoon (or the un-sugar-spoon, as in this situation) while patiently allowing the squid across from her to calm himself.

"Of course, Mister Squid."

"I mean, as someone who cares deeply for your spiritual state, you must stop thinking such liberal ideas."

"I see, Mister Squid."

The Squid tutted, large eyes observing her behind larger still glasses. (Made of plastic, the 'glasses' made Miss Mary wonder why they were still called by such a misnomer)

"You do not see, you see. If you were to see, like me, what we opt you to see, then you should clearly see, like me, that you, unlike me, are putting yourself at risk of-" The Squid shuddered. "Immorality."

"As illustrated by society." Ejaculated Miss Mary. "Indeed." Said the flustered Squid agreeably.

"And which society states my actions as immoral?" Questioned Miss Mary. By now, she was stirring the lumps in her un-teacup into a swirl of soggy grain.

"Right society." Responded the Squid.

"Right society may be wrong society in wrong society's eyes. So on whose terms do I follow society's rightness?" Miss Mary queried.

"By all my rightness, I find this conversation a right bore." Yawned the rabbit. It sniffed the air and nipped at Miss Mary's fingers, almost certainly drawing blood.

Clear honey-colored liquid dripped from the nail. "It smells of perfume." Observed the rabbit.

"It's tired of smelling of rot." Miss Mary said, to clarify.

"I agree with the rabbit. Society never makes good conversation; it is a roundabout conversation. No one is ever RIGHT." Said the cat, stretching leisurely atop a clay red roof.

"Certainly not, cat. Society is quite right; it creates laws." Said the Squid.

"Old laws stated that a man should have his hand cut off for stealing bread." Shouted the black dog from where he stood.

The Squid looked uncomfortably at the black dog. Miss Mary returned to the conversation after short travels to a city of cake and one man, ostracized for being made of candy cane.

"Barbaric. We have long since developed from that stage." Said the Squid. "Society rights itself."

"Society righted itself a few hundred years after Christians were persecuted by the Jews." Said Miss Mary, decorating a smile. "A little after that, the Jews were discriminated and donned red hats, and religion somehow wormed its way into economy like a maggot into long-dead flesh."

"Society has righted that as well." Said the Squid.

"Then the concept of rightness changes drastically. Perhaps when society rights itself, Mister Squid, I shall be in graces and you shall be the IMMORAL one." Miss Mary teased.

The Squid looked livid.

"I do not believe you are right." Was what he said.

"I do not believe you are right." Returned Miss Mary in the same tone, though delivering hers with a smile.

The cat yawned widely.

"It is a roundabout. No one is ever right." Said the feline.

un-.end.