Lion Head Mesa bless the rains

the teacup man was looking earnestly, and so caught the glimmer of some unpleasantness in her features. he politely said nothing.

at the pool he decided to make relaxing his task, and so stretched to lay down, dipping his dainty glowed paws into the pool, tail at ease.

the girl told her truth.

gucci's face folded into an expression of genuine sympathy. "ahm... sarry t' hear." he said gently.

such guilt weighing down on such a young soul!

"lis'n 'ere," gucci scooted and leaned forward. "if she is a sister worth o' th' searchin' you been doin', then ahm sure as th' sky's blue that she'll find in herself t' hear you out. now ah ain't gon' say she'll forgive ya, that's hers to decide, but ah am certain-"

the chihuahua's front was now hovering over the water, legs supporting him by pressing against the inside of the wall. "she will hear ya out, n both o' y'all'll git t' talk it over like adults."

his paws slid, and the chihuahua fell into the pool with a splash.