Darting through the woods I've almost lost the trail. "Crack" jerking my head to the right shifting my weight to where i had a straight shot. My legs got ready at that moment i saw him he turned to see a gold blurr that turned to green as i tackled him to the ground. saliva from my tongue dripped onto his face forming a huge wet spot. standing up he wipes the drool off of him and says to me "good boy."
March 4, 2011