Fairspell Meadow welcome wagon
Taz
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He trotted, because that used to be what everyone did, the cool thing to do, and he refused to believe anything he had changed. Walking was for saps. Running took too much effort or something. So on he went, as oblivious to the turmoil in the skies as the fly to the frog's lashing tongue. Where he was going he did not know. What he was doing he did not know either. He moved like a wind up toy, just going and going because he was set in motion.

The chicka called to him. He immediately perked up, turning to look at her with wide eyes and a stupid grin. "Did you say..." He crabwalked to her, his amberish eyes stuck to her face like gum on a shoe. "FUCK!?" His mouth opened and his tongue lolled. His tail whipped back and forth. He was an excited dog waiting for his bone. Okay, he was a horny dog waiting to bone. Same diff.

The rest of the words did not matter. She said the magic word and turned him right on.
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welcome wagon - by Lolita - July 19, 2015, 05:50 AM
RE: welcome wagon - by Taz - July 19, 2015, 06:38 PM