Golden Glade I feel like I'm the Paris of people

oh right, they were supposed to be pissing on shit. almost stumbling over himself to do it, aengus lifted his leg up and released a short stream onto the ground while still keeping eye contact with his father. the young bull was surprised that his father was attempting to sales pitch the uncle that he thought was scary. sure, aengus wasn’t a little weenie. it wasn’t like he was going to run away from the dark man, but he definitely thought that his uncle looked very serious at all times.
 
“dad, i’m pretty sure you think everyone is nice,” aengus said with a smile and a shake of his head. just like good old dad to think that everyone else on the planet was nice. gee whiz, dad you’re such a swell fella. “do you think he fights intruders? do you think that’s how he got that scar? how’d you get your scar, dad?” aengus spurted off quickly.