The Heartwood a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime

LMFAO I DEFINITELY TYPO’D THAT POST OH WELL LET’S CHALK IT UP TO CYPRESS TALKING DUMB INSTEAD OF ME TYPING DUMB

Somehow Cypress had gotten completely tongue-tied. “I mean — no, I meant — I meant not. I meant I might not be real good at thi — aw, damn it!” he sputtered awkwardly. “I’m not a — a champ…” He murmured this last as if it was some kind of shameful utterance, scuffing his paws embarrassedly in the dirt. Being that his opinion of himself was generally pretty low, the thought that Lagan might find him conceited was crippling for Cypress. “I didn’t mean — ” Utterly flustered, he kept his eyes down as he finished his sentence in a series of unintelligible murmurs. “I’m just gonna kick the dang rock,” was his last utterance.

Although he was clearly inept at using his words, Cypress kicked the rock with relative success. It wasn’t a particularly spectacular kick, and it wouldn’t win him the FIFA Wolf Cup, but he couldn’t help feeling a sense of accomplishment that it didn’t fly back and smack him in the nose or something.