Lost Creek Hollow I am flummoxed! That's a word I learned for this party, and I am it!

the whole experience would have been incredibly detrimental to his existence... if it hadn't brought an angel to the mouth of their den. in fact, aengus had been rather preoccupied with his discovery of actual pain; he could not remove the stinging sensation from his muzzle. so, with pleading puppy blue eyes, the dark young boy turned his sights on the angel who had fallen from grace just to ask him what was wrong.

should he have been prepared for such things – or a month older – he might have attempted to whisk her away with a few dashing words. instead, aengus plopped down on his puppy rump and his eyes welled with fat tears. “owwie,” he pleaded to her, extending his muzzle toward the sandy-colored girl with his best and most pitiful expression.