Lost Creek Hollow you’re a fireman, you should know how to treat that burn

it was nice to beat someone else’s face up. it really did wonders for the youthful ego that was inflating day by day. gannet was really just a saint for putting up with the discomfort of having child feet being shoved toward his eyes and nose. any sane individual would have likely scooted the puppy back to his mother and left the den. they’d have probably taken a chastity vow on top of that, too.
 
instead, gannet used a gentle gesture to roll aengus over onto his stomach. from there, the rotund little figure found a great deal more power in his limbs. he inched forward on furiously winding nubbins and met the warmth of gannet’s chest. once there, the young puppy began to search for a way to sneak a quick bite to eat so that he could keep trucking along.