Lion Head Mesa tin

Something little, black tan and wrapped in red paced trough the hallways of the great mesa, accompanied by a metallic tinkling. 

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The toy male was a mess of anxiety and worry. He thought that surely, by now the old year had faded and the new begun - and he fully missed the send-off! Usually, the party would be hosted by his Ma, in their luxurious beachfront estate, attended by all the people who treated her well as well as their dogs, and there would be much popped champagne bottles and eaten hors d'oeuvres  - all of which would all make for a downright extravagant way to celebrate the change of calendar.

And now... it had been nearly a full month since Mr. Friedman left him in out here. The little guy would often prowl around the outskirts of Akashigo in search of his Ma, but there were no traces of her or anyone who could be searching for him in her stead. Could it be that she had...?

No! His Ma would never abandon him! Surely there was some explanation, some good reason why he was still among these un-neutered, raw-meat-eatin', foul-smellin' savages!

Well, not that they were savages in the traditional sense. Untrained and unvaccinated, sure, but they had manners and grace. Still, he had grown tired of the unfamiliarity of the culture and longed for familiarity and comfort, for the soft embrace of his personal human...

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