A Puppy and his Ice Cream
His path was merry and golden, his skips nice and tappy on the hard slabs~. his nice, wet tongue peels and laps upon the round, bright pink dome of ice cream over the dark tan foundation that is its cone, not a drop having spilt so far~.
The New Family
As elicia was preparing some soup the baby creeped behind her focusing on her wagging tail while she hummed a merry tune and as he got closer she bet down putting it up in the air a little bit as the baby pounced on it and pinned it to the ground.
Special Christmas Edition
Together:welcome back and merry christmas everyone!!!
Papa, what is Christmas?
He gave the cub a playful swat to the butt as he said "merry christmas my sweet cub. now let's get you to bed before mamma scolds us".
A Present for my Sister.
The kind vixen behind the counter helped him wrap his gifts with paper and greeted him a merry christmas. as jack headed out to his truck, he looked down at the nutcracker in his bags.
Ice Howl Part 1
He makes low growling sounds, apparently a grumpy fellow, but merry in alcohol. oh, the sailor's life, never quite get to it.
Love for Sale: Chapter 13
Bands and performers filled the streets and parades full of drums and merry-makers played. tonight was a celebration of life as it was the end, and all the chaos and wonders promised by each.
Nona: Chapter Three: Fires of Christmas
merry christmas" he said sounding rather jolly, loud and in a nonanian accent he walked into the house and dropped the sack on the living room floor.
A Phoenix's Christmas
merry christmas all!
Christmas Special 2018
"merry christmas." reluctantly, sarah hopped down from his lap. "okay, uh... merry christmas to you, too." "my turn!" inaka shouted as soon as the sphinx was gone. "me next!"
Leaving Starhold
"there is an old pagan saying: 'merry meet, merry part, merry meet again.' we come together in joy, and we part in joy, not in sadness, because we will meet again." he leaned a little closer, and his grip became a little tighter.
2 Of My Poems
And lust any salve for painful decay is a must belle and the beaus (a poem for the modern age) by: nicholas donald whitefang belle in the park phone in her hand hair glistening in the sun mind across the land texting chimes from the variety of the merry