Just a flesh wound
The suidae asked his friend who was just about done the packing. "yeah, i guess. my clothes are uncomfortable." the wolf stood up as his pants rode up on his ankles and shirt rolled up his chest. "wow, none of that stuff fits you.
Third World Child
He had developed a love of traditional south african cuisine, of cricket and soccer, of the mbaqanga played on radio suid-afrika, which broadcasted the music from the heart of the large cities like johannesburg and cape town.