Fishblight Mire i told the devil to take you back

Criminals? Never! he said, quick to come to his own defense. Well, yes. Criminals to the laws of the haves, heros to the have-nots. We can stand up for the little guy, just you and me, Ocracoke. It wouldn't be like it had been with his sisters. They had been too young and their enemy to great. They got in over their heads. Now Sriracha knew moderation. He knew what he could handle.

The vibrant motion of her tail flung a errant chunks of mud flying every which way, causing Sriracha into a paroxysm of laughter. Look at it go! That one was a flyer, he snorted. Cleverly, she turned his question around to him. I don't know! he exclaimed, beaming. And isn't that wonderful? Once I might have thought to have known the answer, but now I know that the the fun is in not knowing. We've gotta find out, he said, a few grammatical errors slipping by in his enthusiasm. Also they're still walking lmao