"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...
Defaced! She walked into my 10 by 10 square box of an office as though she owned the joint, betraying a lot of pride beneath the shabby green cape she was attempting to conceal herself in.
Moustache Protection- Seven Things you Must Avoid For many pets it is a mere fantasy, but all long to achieve it. Dynasties have fallen due to the lack of one, and those who are blessed with it, flaunt it proudly to anybody they meet.