Now I’m just playing. The word from Sammi is misanthrope, the word count 99.
Miss Ann Thrope was misunderstood.
It wasn’t exactly true that Miss Thrope despised humanity. But she did despair of it and found few members of that species tolerable. She preferred the conversations she had with her animals and plants to any she’d ever had with a person.
“People don’t converse,” she said to the robin on the lawn. “They complain, they judge; they don’t listen even as they nod their empty heads at you.”
She laughed as the robin nodded her head.
“It’s true. A good man is hard to find.”
“What? Who’re you?”
“Your new neighbor. Iza Goodman.”