 Anyone? Ern's Walmart Greeter
Still holding the small puppy in his arms, Jayce eyed the table, not paying a wink of attention to the pup. He stroked the dog's fur blindly before reaching out for a fork and stabbing whatever food he could find along the table with it. He was HUNGRY. As he shoveled it into his mouth, he completely missed the puppy waking up and crawling away from the table.
Little Woody the Vizsla puppy bounded down from the table bench, weaving in and out of the feet that were making their way to seats around the room. Almost tripping over his soft paws that he had yet to grow into, the pup paused, turning his head this way and that as he surveyed the room. Unsure of where to go next, little Woody galloped towards the underside of the Gryffindor table where he licked and nibbled the shoes of some unsuspecting person.
After stuffing his face, the seventh year placed his hand in his lap, to stroke the soft orangey red fur of little Woody and was surprised to find that Woody was gone. GAAAASP.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________
_____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine
__________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e
Last edited by Wood'sLittleFlower; 05-04-2011 at 02:09 AM.
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