Lion Head Mesa bless the rains

ears politely turned to listen to the princess speak.

what a life she'd lead! gucci couldn't conceive how wolves lived outside lion's head mesa. he imagined theirs a rougher, less luxuriant lifestyle. but a kingdom! he'd need ask her for details after. now, she had another question.

"siblin's!" the chihuahua exclaimed dramatically. "pests n blessin's upon a dag's life! mah haints were a duo, lil' chadon n off-coloured buccellati. don-don, ne'er grew t' standard size fer competin', n he made sure t' announce his jealousy by gnawin' on mah most precious toys n bedspreads. but he was still a protective siblin'! come terrible storms n thunder poundin' in mah very ears, he'd come curl round mah head n hum some sweet tune t' ease mah terrors n shakes." gucci made a soft exhale, smiling into empty space. then, he turned his head.

"but bucce was a menace! yes, he too knew to kiss n cuddle, but he was still far too crass fer polite company. ah kept tellin' don-don n mama, t'is th' cats whisperin' bad words n vulgar concepts inta his shapely ears - but mama called me an instigator n liar, n wouldn't hear one bard word 'bout her feline companions!" he scoffed. "was na wonder miss harding sent him t' classes fer good behavin', out which he somehow came a two-faced serpent. he departed fer 'nother kennel, n last ah heard he was sirin' litter 'fter litter fer ladies fell'd by his charms then poisoned by his honest speakin'." pale muzzle scrunched with distaste.

then, he halted.

"oh! ah been ramblin'! 'scuse that, miss, 's jus' th' memories keep pourin'."

"speak o' your own sister, ah plead. what kinda siblin' inspires such loyalty in another?"