Lion Head Mesa toy soldier's march

his rescuer were a wolf, one with a face made of youthful grays and a dark diamond center of his forehead - as good a symbol of hope as any.

the chihuahua scooted back slightly - which pressed him to the wall - to make space for the other, squinting his eyes shut when the wolf shook his head out.

ugh, ah'd hope as much. the neb said, wiping the excess water from his whiskers. else best we could do is drown in company.

followed by a hollow laugh. a joke.

lis'en, son, first thang is ah cannot swim. can float, but th' doggy paddle evades me. that an issue?