“Happy?â€? I ask out of no where. He nods with a look of contentment adorning his face. We are silent for a while.
“What of you, Soner?â€? he asks. I flick an ant off the rock. He laughs, “Have you met any girls? What about that family of Pikas up a ways? There’s a nice girl there you know.â€?
I shake my head. I don’t want a mate. I don’t want my own burrow. Do I? I suddenly thought that if I stayed with my parents they would have another litter, they were planning on it. I would be an unwanted extra. Did I want that? No. So maybe I could move into my own place, alone. But I am not asocial; I could not live without someone nearby to talk to. I don’t know what I want.