Redsand Canyon From the D 2 the LBC.

Leona shouted back about the assbutts. Mom returned with a retort that placed the assbuttery back on Leona. 

Forget them both, the boy thought. They could be poopy if they wanted to be. He wasn’t about to carry that title around. No way. It was too much to ask of a promising young boy. 

Jack arrived at the furs and snorted. He turned as mom was slumping to the ground, claiming that she was the final assbutt. The boy watched her with a few wags of his tail. He plodded toward her on his puppy paws, stopping by her head to sniff. 

A poopy assbutts, he reminded her with a smile.