Stavanger Bay Think happy thoughts and fly, Peter Pan!

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Tveir nodded his little chest puffed proud " Móðir mín frábær heilari" Tveir studied her neck and wrinkled his nose Dat’s yucky but at the same time he was fascinated by it and kept staring at it, he even sniffed at it gently, he would have licked it being as gross as little boys are want to do, but didn’t. He didn’t want to hurt her any more, she got hurt enough. Tveir wants to hurted that big bad wolf.

He followed her with his tail wagging so hard his body wiggled Fish? Yes please Juloo. he didn’t know what fishing was, but he would learn if Julooke was the one teaching him, he liked to learn from his caretaker, when his parents were not around. He giggled ready to go and learn.