by blackoutTaxonomist » Tue Mar 15, 2011 6:20 am
Lucky pounced, wailing on the Were with his frying pan. He held the cross in one hand, then touched it to the wolf's fur to see what happened. Lucky didn't believe in any 'God', but if this worked he would have found new respect for the idea.
"The stilly murmur of the distant Sea
Tells us of silence."
from The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Chickensmoothie
married to CS
user "Auto" of
"auto&rev"
i had the
cogwheel of
my grass
TRADING PETS FROM MY "TRADES" GROUP FOR THIS HORSE
Hoard pet--Only accepting reasonable trades