Nervous about Mayfield app

[formyownhand]

How can ya be nervous about an app ya haven't sent in yet?

I think yer worryin' too much, Munnie. I, fer one, am looking forward t' this place. Gettin' away from m' mum is jus' what I need.

...Then again, it does sound like these... Drones will be like havin' a bunch of mums around.

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[growingitout]

Why would you want to be away from your mother?

[formyownhand]

I'll not bother you with the details. Just trust me when I say she's been downright awful.

[growingitout]

But... She's your mother!

[Surely even evil crazy people outside love their mothers?]

She's only trying to do what's best for you, right?

[formyownhand]

No, she's not!

[growingitout]

She - oh, that's awful! You poor thing!

[formyownhand]

I'm not a "poor thing".

[Although she does feel like one right now.]

I can fix it.

[growingitout]

[Eeep! Oh, right, crazy evil outside people are dangerous. And have fangs And eat people.

She's just going to edge away slightly.]

Sorry! I just thought... Well, I'm glad you can fix it, at least? What are you going to do?

[formyownhand]

Well, if m' munnie does her part, I'll be far away from m' mum in no time.

[growingitout]

I hope she does. Nobody should have a mother who doesn't care about them.

[formyownhand]

Aye, yer right about that.

Sounds like yer mother understands ya.

[growingitout]

She does!

[It comes out immediately - instictively - and Rapunzel is glad that she doesn't have time to dwell on the ways she's sure Mother doesn't understand her. After all, it's more likely the other way around and she's just not yet old enough to understand Mother's wisdom.]

She takes care of me and keeps me safe. She's the best mother in the world.

[formyownhand]

Well, ya should consider yerself lucky, then.

I mean, I do love m' mum, I just wish she weren't so...

Like herself.

[growingitout]

I do, every day.

[Or she tries to, at least. It ought to be easier now, though, when she knows just how lucky she is.]

What is she like?

[formyownhand]

She's a perfect queen. A real lady.

But I say she's a monster.

[growingitout]

A monster?!

[Little shriek!]

Does she have fangs? Claws? Is she a cannibal? Will she hurt you?

[Mother says sometimes wild animals eat their own babies. What if her mother is the same? Oh, poor girl!]

[formyownhand]

A' course not! T' any of that; I didn't mean a real monster

[growingitout]

Well, what other kinds of monsters are there?

[formyownhand]

I just mean she's nasty an' wicked!

[growingitout]

Oh!

Does she cast horrible spells on you, or hit you, or... or make you sleep in the cold?

[formyownhand]

[Groan!]

A' course not! That's the stuff a' stories!

[growingitout]

No, it's not! Mother says that's what awful people do to children outside!

[formyownhand]

Well, then, yer mum's mad!

[growingitout]

She isn't! Why would you say that?

[formyownhand]

Because she's been tellin' ya crazy things!

[growingitout]

No, she's been telling me the truth about all of the horrible things people do, to keep me safe!