Lion Head Mesa squirrel jokes

Haizel -- what a pretty name in her large ears.

and his crusade is one that is even more noble. his question brings about tuna's deep thinking face before she comes down to look at the prickle-less pear for a moment. "well," she comes to draw out, "mah favorite flower is'tha one found on them prickly pear cacti." with the march towards the later parts of summer, most of the flowers had already bloomed and transitioned to becoming the fruit. though, tuna takes notice of one of the late bloomers.

"ah, that one right there." a point of her stained muzzle comes to draw attention to the last yellow flower of the opuntia ficus-indica only a few yards away. she would come to lead the sesh, that is, if he wished to follow her, towards the growing plant. "i don't like'ta pick'em though, since they turn int'a fruit an'all. ah'm a lil' too greedy since ah like to eat'em too." a small coy laugh before she moves to take in a smell from the flower, inhaling its sweet scent before moving aside to see if Haizel had any interest.