Larg-O's Stuffing House
He carelessly piled up his plate with whatever he could balance on his wings, bringing back five large platters of feet-high edibles, such as pizza, corn, mashed potatoes, sausage, steak, green beans, and of course an extra sixth plate of sweets.
That Holiday Scent
The golden furred dragon set down a large platter consisting of ham braid over a bed of rice and beans, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy. "oh wow, auric! i didn't know you could cook like this!"
Book of Warlock 4. Here be dragons.
A tri-corn horn sceptre, in fact. their newest employee is hot on the case to retrieve it, before it causes any more trouble. lucinder stepped through the portal gate, and nervously glanced around at her unfamiliar surroundings.
The Troubled: Chapter 1 Building Up
After placing the gear back together i shared dinner with the others, canned beans and corn. we sat up talking for a while before returning to our respective bunks and falling asleep to the usual late night police sirens.
the closet is made for cloths
Zach looked at the cloak "oh crap i'm gonna be late he jogged down of what was left of his corn puff and darted out the door. sarah tailing behind him.
Jurash "goju" Sulfam (French version)
Sa tête comporte 2 cornes courbées en arrière et une crinière semblable à des cheveux rêche d'une couleur gris métallique se prolongent le long de sa colonne vertébrale, habituellement coupés relativement court et toujours en bataille.
True Love in Trying Times (M/M foxes)
Dinner was the only meal he could count on--most mornings he was eating crackers dipped in peanut butter and then, if he was lucky, a lot of corn chips at lunch. he'd lost the tv remote twice and both times found it in the refrigerator.
Ivan
I ate shortly after then packed up the bags of grain and corn into the carriage, and we headed to the town for the charity. the ride was long and quiet listening to the world around us, before we reached the town.
The Book of Warlock 5. What follows.
Will their sudden appearance hinder the group's progress towards the rat warlord and his troublesome tri-corn horn sceptre?
Alfred Alfredo's Rainbow Playhaus - an Alfred Alfer fanfic
Asriel cried, head rocking back and forth and once smacking into the floor as alfred thought to pull out the tupperware of spoiled creamed corn, ripping off the lid and throwing the container at asriel, splashing creamed corn against him.
Bloodline - Excript
Jason turned and saw a great furry mound in the clearing of the corn stocks, as soaked in blood as he was. he didn't have to inspect it even further to know it was dead, something inside him told him that much.
Funeral on a Station (Otherwise Untitled)
After a bit of smalltalk and a brief tangent onto the nature of corn, chaplain hatch could have sworn that he managed to provoke a meager smile from the hen. before he could ponder this matter in any detail, his wristwatch reminded him to begin.