When I feel threatened I close up; I’m actually not that different to a small animal, except that I am definitely not small. My walls go up, and my forcefield is engaged. Away, away, pushing away; reflexively I push. I push to protect, I push to protect my belly, where my organs live. My heart resides here, and it’s health concerns me much. They say a man can be slain with a single arrow to the heart, and I’m not in the business of finding out. So, I shell up, and out comes the armadillo. I’m an armadillo and I’m scared, I’m scared of the swift stomp of a Human; I’m scared of a broken heart.
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