(Yet another partnade for lildali and her story "My little one"! Once again, check her out! She's great!)

(This time, it's one of my two personal favorites, Runaway Feather (aka, if Scootaloo was able to escape in Rainbow Factory and was now very paranoid) and Scootaloo! I hope you'll enjoy it!^^)

Runaway Feather : The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It's I alone whom you can trust
In this whole city
I am your only friend

I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you
I who look upon you without fear
How can I protect you, dear,
Unless you always stay in here
Away in here?
Remember what I taught you, Scootaloo.
You are deformed

Scootaloo : I am deformed

Runaway Feather : And you are ugly

Scootaloo : And I am ugly

Runaway Feather : And these are crimes for
Which the world shows little pity
You do not comprehend

Scootaloo : You are my one defender...

Runaway Feather : Out there they'll revile you as a monster

Scootaloo : I am a monster...

Runaway Feather : Out there they will hate and scorn and jeer

Scootaloo : Only a monster...

Runaway Feather : Why invite their curses and their consternation?
Stay in here!
Be faithful to me

Scootaloo : I'm faithful

Runaway Feather : Grateful to me

Scootaloo : I'm grateful

Runaway Feather : Do as I say :
Obey
And stay in here

Scootaloo : Safe behind these windows
And these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone
Hungry for the histories they show me

All my life, I memorize their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life, I wonder how it feels to pass a day
Not above them, but part of them

And out there, living in the sun
Give me one day out there
All I ask is one to hold forever
Out there, where they all live unaware
What I'd give
What I'd dare
Just to live one day out there!

Out there among the millers
And the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can see them

Ev'ry day they shout and scold
And go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I was in their skin I'd treasure ev'ry instant

Out there, strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there!
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then, I swear, I'll be content

With my share
Won't resent, won't despair
Old and bent, I won't care
I'll have spent one day out there!