Sequoia Coast but life is long my love is gone away

bartok perked up, the nonchalant mentioning of machiavellian designs making his gullet bleat with enthusiasm. he could be very resourceful, a useful implement in her institution.. wolf politics rarely piqued his interest, but bamboozlement with his best-loved mongrel hardly qualified. he skirted about her feet and beaked at the spaces between her toes. why was he not notified of this plotting? more importantly, why was he not allowed to participate?! "dog leave bartok out. bad dog!" he chided, his feelings scalded by her obvious lapse in judgment.