Falls of the Hinterlands NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Guillotina was used to attracting males. They were always all over her so it was about time one showed up. She already had the perfect thing to say to him. Guillotina rolled her eyes when he ran at her. He looked like a chicken drunk on fermented slop. Why were all the wolves here firing blanks in the SMarts Department?

Then his brown ass slipped and fell. Guillotina laughed loudly because it was funny. She wanted to see the waterfall, not the Darwin theory. He was better than the rocks but he was ruining her view with his flapping.  "Can't you touch the bottom?" She asked loudly of him. In her opinion he didn't need to flap his arms so dramatically. He wasn't a bird.

Meltin' Milton was turning into Drownin' Milton and Guillotina wasn't lifting a finger to stop it.

She didn't want to break a nail, after all.