HomeLife,  Otto Fox Wilder

A walk in the park.

When you’re two

and your name is Wilde Fox

a walk in the park

is never

a walk in the park.

First, there’s the desire for control.

For complete and utter control.

The directing and the wishing

and the veryvery underdeveloped verbal communication skills.

Next comes the demanding and the pulling

and the desperate breakdown

that gets him almost less than nowhere.

Then,

ultimately,

a measure of submission is reached.

A settling of sorts.

A coming to terms with reality.

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