The Sentinels as we walked i heard the laughter in the leaves

as his muzzle rest upon his paws, deirdre, the foolish girlcub, believed him for a minute. she turned to walk again toward him, and fell right into his trap! deirdre was doe-eyed as he moved toward her with the speed of light; she hadn't even the time to shriek! she knew nothing of cooties or the like, only of the horrors of being tickled, and that it was a fate likely worse than death—she would not know, really, and if ever she had there was no knowing that either. she looked very much like the grandchild avoiding their grandmothers lipsticked, slobbering kiss. she was in utter dread, ears splayed atop her crown and mouth aghast. his tongue hit its mark then, but this, fortunately, did not tickle her, and so she wheeled around and grinned in saucy triumph, a delighted HA HAAA, emitted, perhaps far too soon. deirdre pulled evasive maneuver 898 and dove beneath him, thinking herself effectively invisible. never mind that her tail whipped every leg of his as she spun around and looked up, or her heavy breathing.

wow thank !!!!! tach ~inspires~