Tag: going to hell for this one

There he stood, sharpening his long, smooth, folded-steel machete. There she stood, licking her lips, looking first at him, and then down at the ground demurely. “Give it to me!” “Never!” She sprang from the warm rock with a derisive snort and flick of her tail. Her pace quickened as she bounded into the tall grass, her paws finding, gripping and rebounding rapidly from the firm soil. She could hear him clumsily pushing the tall grass aside in an attempt…