You are great. You are so great. You"re better than Zombie candy. You"re better than Zorster brains.
She peeked out from the forest in the morning. Errl couldn"t believe his senses. The smell of heady woodbines. The reek of crushed cattails. The soft plush golden fur of a zammot kitten, the siren wail of a mountain girl not yet tamed, eyes brown and flinty, ears close to the head like velvet gloves, soft broad webbed hands which fluttered like flags in salute, and she was smaller than Torannee and Lally, smaller than his Mam, more importantly, much smaller than him.
His soul-mate, though the girl didn"t know it yet. His own true love.
He was smitten.
Staring at this vision, he stood by the trapper"s cabin. She began to run. He followed.
With great loping steps he overtook her.
“Stop.
