sonuc craned his shadow aline the boxcurve of his ownhome. the ring of his sour lunced froth with a morning length.

'sonuc' tale bang. 'gib me a bit of a coke from our fridge, i know you are right by the kitchen, its the gentleman's thing to do.'

sonuc just blunt him a rose: 'tale, if i were to give you a real drink i cant even believe how frosty i'd see you'

'tale stomped up from his cheer' tale narrated. 'and that's when sonuc knew him best, i'll lightly.'

sonuc just stood his head. 'i wouldnt even ritz your butter, cat.'

tale blew forth from his each. the air filled with a thickness he knew, leaving sonuc to crow his way back to the den.