Bearclaw Valley With the thrill of a kill, vengefully, the engine will

There were few things in life that caused the girl to feel euphoria, but the happy rolling of her brother’s stout frame was certainly one of them. Piper met him with twinkling little puppy eyes and she pranced toward his invite with far too much enthusiasm. Lucas was a delight, and Piper had never found a moment that she had disliked him (even though he had been a food hog. How else do you get to be so perfectly rotund?). It was a ride or die relationship that was blooming as they aged. 

Plopping herself down next to him and peering at his flowers with a curious sniff, Piper agreed that it was super pretty. She inched a bit closer and inhaled sharply, activating instant sneeze mode. She fired off like a semi-automatic rifle in the hands of an over-eager first time shooter. After roughly eight sneezes, she looked to her brother with watering eyes and smiled. “Prilly flower, Lu,” she mumbled with a thick tongue. 

Then, she hit the flower pipe again and exploded with another string of sneezes that shook her entire body. Damn, spring...