Haunted Wood Lighters

After parting with Smash, Goober had gone south. He still intended to make good on his promise to Cicero, but he wasn't exactly in a rush like he had been with the much bubblier, much more inviting, Smash. It was too bad she (and Eshe, for that matter) were taken. Well, more than just "too bad." How was it that he only managed to crush on girls who were totally unavailable? It was so stupid and unfair. What was so good about those other guys, anyway? Shuffling his feet, the two year old walked on.

A rustling grabbed his attention, and Goober's brown eyes almost immediately found the bright red figure of another wolf. "Hey!" he called out, voice as friendly and inviting as ever. Maybe this was his chance, finally! Goober bounded toward the girl, tail wagging and a chipper look on his face. "I'm Goober," he greeted, tail wagging. He almost started to go on about Smash's friends, but quickly remembered that mystery had been solved. Case closed.