The sun is shining

The sun is shining

so what are you doing cooped up inside with the computer, and what did I tell you about writing stories with strangers?

MAAAA!!! I'm writing with friends! Close the door, you're letting natural light in. (Now where was I?) ... Balthazar the Untested looked down the slope of skulls. (that's good.)

and wondered if he could make it to the bottom. Skiing on a slope of skulls wasn't exactly new to him, but it wasn't exactly as easy as skiing on snow either. At least the blood

reduced traction. For the first time, Donald Crabtree felt like he could fly! Suddenly, he came to an abrupt and violent stop as slammed into an enormous pile of

dirty diapers. He had landed in a dumpster behind "Aunt Julie's Adult Day Care." He lay in the pile for a few moments, assessing the situation. The he slowly began to squish his

Tail and escape inside a wolf house. The wolves welcomed him as one of their own. And they treated him like a puppy, in every way. Life was wonderful, after rejection by humans.

He knocked on the door, then he remembered that he was a rebel so he ran away. He looked at the human open the door and look around, annoyed. He then did that several more times.

He found pleasure repeating this: to knock on the door, to run away, to laugh at the irritated man. Yet the rebel know not that this is his hell. This is his forever.