Moonspear yard waste

Phox wheezed at the "new hot trend" comment, unable to imagine anybody wanting to lose one of their legs. It had been terribly awkward to get used to, not to mention the strange months-long blackout he'd endured along the way. No thank you. He'd keep the rest of his legs, and he'd advise others to do the same.

My niece-raised-daughter, Meerkat, lives here. So my sister wanted to move here to be with her. That wasn't the whole story, but Phox figured Lele wouldn't be interested in the very long version which included plenty of drama about Towhee's mate and father of her children disappearing into thin air. I was pretty surprised when I picked up your scent here. I had actually hoped to run into you again... Phox said, a goofy grin on his face. Was this flirting?

No lies: I thought we got along swimmingly when we met. Figured it would be a good idea to test that theory for a second time. Unless it was a one-time-fluke, in which case I'll tuck my tail and get outta your hair.