Lion Head Mesa Strap Your Boots [WP]

gucci tangoed with the legs of larger canines, twirling around them and barking compliments up at their faces, tail wagging like a duster.

on his first night of inebriation, it was made abundantly clear the tiny man was a happy sort of drunk.

in attempt to execute a hindlegs twirl, the nobleman ended up spinning his slight weight into a particularly sturdy limb, to the same effect running into a treetrunk would've had.

he thumped buttwise onto the floor, holding a side of his face.

"augh!" gucci barked, rolling back and forth on his feathered rump "t'rrrr'ble, ahve been STRUCK!" he wailed with the exaggerated dramatics of a man too deep into his berries.