Barrow Fields a twist, a tale, a rip through my sail

he gallumphed like a drunken kangaroo, all powerful limbs and no coordination. it was her -- it was -- and with a final howl he nearly careened right into her protesting form. she was instantly upon him, her wrath white hot like a cauldron's boil, and he fell to the ground in a dramatic simper and exposed his belly in a smooth seal-like bellyflop. "hi!" he breathed, his tail beating quickly against his thighs as he overjoyously supplanted a million sloppy licks to lusca's cheeks.