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Post by Mara Tenderfoot on Aug 5, 2008 21:08:43 GMT -5
A small hogbabe hid in the orchard, the cool wind tugging his dirty white smock. He poked behind a tree, wishing the leaves where there to help, and so he could have a little snack!
A singsong voice called to him.
Oh Shaaaaaaaawtyyyyyyy. Are you in the orrrrrrchaaaaard?
He stifled a giggle in his tiny paws, his light colored spikes tiped with black shaking as he laughed.
No I'm nooooootttt Mommmmmmmmyyyyyyyyy
He peered from behind the hiding spot, and was taken into the large paws of his mother.
Mama, lemme go! Don wanna baf!
He struggled to get out of his mothers grasp, but she tickled him until he giggled. She walked to the Pond and gave him a bath, putting on a clean white smock.
Shawty managed to get away and run back into the orchards, his mothers voice in his ears.
Try and keep that smock clean, ya hear?
He giggled, as if THAT would happen! |
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