Dawnlark Plains I gotta pocketful, pocketful of sunshine

it took her a few tries, but he did not think any less of her for it; he had difficulty with the native tongue himself, so of course people had trouble with his.

she elaborated, and his brow raised.  oh, that .. also made sense, he surmised.  oh, yes.  they are good?  inviting?  his question was leading, but he would not ask; he still did not know where his paws would lead him, and if he was ready to be tied down.

i am glad you survived.