Qeya River beatboxing puppy

Phoebe was gonna punt the whole of herself into the sun.

The rotund girl had found a stick, buried in the ground, and she wanted it. But no matter what she did, it just wouldn’t budge! She’d tried bargaining, tugging, wrenching, screaming, nothing!

She plopped herself on the other side of it with a huff, glowering at the stick with all of her might.

Dumb ‘tick She half grumbled beneath her breath, before attacking it one last time, gripped between sharp puppy teeth and yanking at it wildly.