Stavanger Bay Among the world

Thistle had not failed to notice, that Aesop had gone away. She was hoping it was just to visit someone, and frankly he could have told her. But with the way her pregnant brain was working, well it was possible she just couldn't remember. She hoped he was well, she had grown to like the southern gentleman.

Footfalls, fell upon ears, and she looked up. She met the sympathetic gaze of Aesop, and his words caused her to laugh. He looked happy, excited. She thought about it, wonder what it was. You look happy Aesop.

She tilted her head, and moved about ungainly, and unattractively until she was able to sit up. She panted a little bit, but it wasn't polite to stay laying on the ground. She gave him a small smile, and dipped her muzzle in greeting. She scratched gently at a swollen limb, with her teeth. [I am holding up well, despite the fact that I am twice as wide as I am tall. I think I am about the size of a baby hippo. What do you think?[/b] She jested softly.