Wild Berry Meadow Grazing pelts we all once wore

field wide broad big even though snow fell and it was slushy wet white tk was elated happyjoy because from a distance sighhound eyes spotted pelt of-

DAMSEL!

happybark as with full speed greyhound raced for dogfriend not seen in so so so so-

legs tangled and lengths away from quail tk careened and went tumbling rolling landing bellyflop first on cold slush hinds kicking up above head face PAMF into chilling snow!