Everyone Makes Mistakes Now, thinking of all that snow, and making footprints
and snow angels. Wouldn’t you just hate it if that was taken away from you?
The Golden Guitar of Silver Strings: Part One Tabatha crept across the crisped floor and winced
as she stepped on a burned piece of wood. She gently pulled the chip of wood
from her fragile paw and found a tiny piece of paper stuck to the back...