Qeya River a dollar for your future... a dollar for your fate.

sparrow was more brawn than he was brains, but even he could recognize when to shut his trap. the nutcase cracked a whip at his mom and the boy just about launched himself at the spotted freak. scared?? him? her!?! he tossed a fuming glance at his mother, ready to charge forward in her footsteps should she set after the interloper.

he wasn't scared, and neither was his mama! "wacko," he mumbled from under his breath as the stranger turned to continue her delusions elsewhere. emboldened by their successful thwarting of a psycho, sparrow stomped forward a few steps, lifted a hind leg, and proceeded to mark his home as instinct directed.

take that, freak!