Lost Creek Hollow too bad, you're not invited, i'm in charge - byeeee

day by day sionnach's little life grew more exciting.

well, except for one part - the dreadnaught ship she had  as a brother. if ever there was a canine embodiment of the proverbial thorn, aengus was it -- constantly sticking his cold wet nose where it didn't belong.

sionnach squalled loudly as earth's fattest torpendo shoved its nose into her armpit. she didn't just squall, she howled. she kicked. she threw her lumpy fists right at aengus' egghead face, toe-beans clenched in fury. and then, stumbling up on her nubby legs in righteous rage, she attempted to ram him like the very black cow species he was probably named for.