October 09, 2018, 08:12 PM
(This post was last modified: October 11, 2018, 08:51 AM by Mr. Peanut Butter.)
Mr. Peanut Butter sighs. Everything is starting to hurt. His shoulder burns and hardly stays scabbed, filled with infection. His tail and feet hurt. His stomach hurts! Ugh. And he’s always thirsty, the muscles in his face have started to sunk and his waist has started a tuck, though former glory days of fatness remain, yet to be put to use.
Is he ever going to find his people? It’s been so long. He hasn’t seen a single thing familiar. It’s all trees and plants and shit like that. There’s not a single building in the area.
As he steps into the glen, looking over the expanse, he stares up at the bright sky. The wind is cold against his fur and he shivers a little, aimlessly wandering the open plain.
Is he ever going to find his people? It’s been so long. He hasn’t seen a single thing familiar. It’s all trees and plants and shit like that. There’s not a single building in the area.
As he steps into the glen, looking over the expanse, he stares up at the bright sky. The wind is cold against his fur and he shivers a little, aimlessly wandering the open plain.
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What was I supposed to do? NOT chase the mail truck? - by Mr. Peanut Butter - October 09, 2018, 08:12 PM
RE: Right, Sarah Lynn? ...Sarah Lynn? - by Kingbolt - October 09, 2018, 08:28 PM
RE: What was I supposed to do? NOT chase the mail truck? - by Mr. Peanut Butter - October 13, 2018, 06:13 PM