The Sentinels They say bad things happen for a reason

Mason looked at her in a bleary and dejected sort of way. Her words made sesnse, of course. He didn’t really hate everyone. He felt like he had blundered through life for the past few days, and she was a ray of sunshine. And despite his harsh words, she did no more than smile pleasantly at him and offer an escape into the world of stories.

Mason took a moment to sniffle a bit and regain some composure before he replied to his friend. “No, I don’t hate you. An’ I’m not just saying that.” Mason reached his paw up to swipe it a few times in an ungainly manner across his eyes, trying to wipe away his grief. It had a similar effect to a chocolate fireguard.

”Can you tell me the story please.” Mason wanted nothing more than to feel better right now, and he hoped that a story would do that.