Lion Head Mesa Let me hear [MD]

"oh, oh thank ya most kindsome sir!" gucci shuffled over the last tall step, rising onto the top proper. 

after its little prank, the wind seemed to calm, and the little dog graciously accepted his cloak back. 

"this gawd-awful weather-- ah tells ya, it ain't been this bad when ah first came 'ere! naw sir, this spells us a bad winter, them priests'll tell ya same..." the chihuahua blathered on as he adjusted the pelt back over his shoulders.

his face finally rose up to properly smile at the man, when the sight of the large, marred head, invoked a vague sense of déjà vu.

"...uhm, pardon-" the smile persisted, to conceal the confusion. "you've meet me before, yeah?"