Lion Head Mesa what a grand and intoxicating innocence

The priest watched chihuahua leave with a furrowed brow, one ear lifting if only to twitch back. After a moment, he would look back to the sun, now climbing even higher into the sky, and snort.

What an odd little man. He spoke coy to the sky, before he stood, shaking out his coat.

He had some work to do before he could rest until evening prayers.