Broken Boulder The great sleep has taken her

Guillotina saw that Ulf was sad. She didn't know why. He was already leaving. He wasn't Milton so she didn't really mind he was leaving anyway. "That's too  bad about your eye!" She yelled after him. He ought to know she felt a little bad for him, she thought. It was sad not everyone could have beautiful eyes like her.  That was just the way the Oreo crumbled.

The black wolf stayed put. Guillotina looked at her, and her orange eyes. It didn't sit well with Guillotina to be accused of making a mistake. She scowled. She could smell Milton was here and hoped any minute he would pop up and show this black wolf that she was the one mistaken, not Guillotina. Guillotina had never been mistaken about anything, except once she thought this one bush was okay to rub on and it turned out to be poison ivy. That was a mistake. But this wasn't.

"I'm not lost, I'm looking for Milton." Her eyes narrowed. "Why are ya askin if I'm looking for a place to stay? Ya want to know where I live? Ya into girls or something?" Not that Guillotina would fault Lily for being into her, she was very attractive.