by Neruda Love Song » Tue Feb 28, 2012 10:47 am
Alexander slipped in the seat next to hers.
"What is for today Grey, old man?" he asked him laying his elbows on the table. Wolf sat next to him while Ath had his head in the fridge while his rear-end stuck up in the air.
"Fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, biscuit, and beans," Grey said putting chicken on a plate, concentrating. Ath made a inaudible sound from the fridge and wiggled his butt.
"Dude, stop," Wolf said. Ath's head popped out of the fridge and he looked at Hayley with panicked eyes. Like he had important news. Which he never did.
"Hey chick-"
"Hayley," Alexander corrected.
"Hey Hayley, anything you don't want, my stomach will."
Wolf grunted. "Your stomach will eat anything edible."
I have to leave chicken smoothie, but I may check up now and again. Sorry.
God is the greatest artist
To whom no one can compare,
Streaking sunsets very beautiful,
Painting rainbows in the air.
Brushing green the hillside scene,
Blotting blue the sky above,
Splashing flowers 'cross the ground beneath,
Shading white clouds with His glove.
Of the wonders God has made
There is none that is so fair
As the smile He paints upon your face
When you realize He's there.