You race towards the bully and spear one of them with your horn thingy.... Blood drips onto your perfectly white mane and body. "GRRRRRR!!!! I'm supposed to be white not red!" You then run aimlessly around the yard, spearing everything in sight, and consequently, the squirrel thing. Now that everyone around is a shiscabob, you look to see three little neoploadons staring at you with wide eyes. You stare back at them.... Suddenly one hisses, "Chhharrrlieeeeeeeee........" Then another looks at you. "Caannnddyyyy Mounnnnnntainnnnnnn"
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.16 seconds at 4:19am on Jan 10, 2025 via server WEBX1.