Redhawk Caldera a toast to bread, for without bread, there could be no toast
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How he managed to become ensnared in the brush was unknown to him, but here he was, with his coat being tugged in all directions, branches sticking into his face and prodding at him cruelly, and his limbs all tangled up. Grace, elegance, these were not words to describe his method, or anything about him. Prideful, however, was, and he pinned his ears and scowled when his aunt came upon him and remarked on his situation. How dare she see him like this.

Growling and snorting, there was a bush-shaking flurry as Ferret tore himself free of the clutches of the infernal plant. He shook himself off, then, and sat with his snout slightly lifted and his ears perked, the portrait of a nonchalant 'cool boy' who was not at all perturbed by what had just happened and was passing it off as no big deal (yet he burned inside).

"You got fat." He sniffed, staring judgmentally at her rounded flanks.
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RE: a toast to bread, for without bread, there could be no toast - by Ferret - June 12, 2016, 02:35 PM