Blackwater Islands the insane clown posse is just the clown posse to the joker

He was growing.

It wasn’t a good thing.

Because growing meant he had legs. And having legs meant he was figuring out what having legs meant.

Okay he was planning a jailbreak. He had already reached the big outside, squinted and screamed at the sun for good measure because dammit he paid his taxes to not get sun in his eyes and here he was, sun in his eyes, but it turned out that pudgy puppy legs weren’t meant for jailbreaks.

So, a mere foot from the cozy earth, he huffed a great sigh, slid down onto his belly, and began to chew morosely at his toe beans. Oh, woe betide the other foot from the den. He’d get there, and he’d show that dirt what for. He narrowed his eyes, chewing a bit more aggressively at his pawpads. Yeah, he’d show the dirt.