by FoodIsYummy » Wed May 12, 2010 3:21 pm
Slippaw walked into the forest, then back to the lake. He stared at the water, and saw a small, silvery fish. He swiped at it with his paw, but it swam away. Slippaw sighed and went back to camp. "Hi Cinderpaw." he said.
I dream of a world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned
Sorry if I'm not on as often as I used to be.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.