"Adventures in Facial Hair" by herdygerdy The yellow Cybunny struggled, her delicate arms far too weak to break the bonds holding her in place. She could already feel the vibration in the ground as the stagecoach rattled closer. "Someone, please save me!" she screamed, still thrashing. Of course, she knew it was futile. There was only one person around for miles, and saving her was the last thing on his mind...
Adventures in Facial Hair "It is quite useless, Miss Constance," he laughed, twirling his thin waxed moustache between his fingers. "The Meridell mail coach stops for no one!"
A Mutant Easter I understand it can be daunting to select gifts for mutant friends, so with Easter approaching, I thought I would share a list of appropriate items.