Mudminnow River you're not better than me, damn you

she offered a bark of laughter and a smile full of teeth. he was good humored, those who slid off the devil's backbone often had to be. thick skin was a necessity.

don't think it matters much, only matters where i'm headin'. she responded with a wide sweep of her tail. briefly sidestepping her way closer to him. danced a few steps ahead to afford him a better view of her, of course.

and it's miss may to you. ain't wantin' the same nickname as all your other girlies.