LIVING IN THE FAST LANE
Georgia’s parents always said she grew up a little bit fast. It wasn’t in her endeavors, or her desires but rather, Georgia was the fastest sloth in town, at least with her words. She had these lofty dreams, ones that could not be fulfilled in a community where even island time seemed too lengthy. At sloth school deep within the Costa Rican rainforest, Georgia was scorned for seeming too eager, though she did not respect the culture and speed of her ancestors, or at least, that’s how it was interpreted. Though her overseers and parents tried to explain a plethora of times, Georgia’s lack of patience always seem to get the best of her and she was constantly the butt of the joke, for she never stuck around long enough to hear the end of theirs. One particularly misty day, Georgia was clinging to a rainbow eucalyptus branch outside of the lane her community claimed as ‘slow territory’, when a fuzzy mass of glistening-chocolate-covered fur breezed past her and stopped a few branches ahead, sniffing the air and breathing heavy. Georgia sat still, as though her gray exterior would save her on this tree of infinite colors.
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