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Now, gentle fatties, warm yourselves before the fire as I begin once more with tales of Jimmothy's heroic deeds.
"GRAWRRRRR" roared a now fully grown Wilson. "WOOOOOOO" shouted tommy trunnion riding on his back, sat on a makeshift saddle of leaves and twigs.
*Right. Let's do this. Guys I'm so sorry I had such a long gap between posts, it's just that I had just enough writers block to slow down production of "A Truth". Oh. And I had GCSEs.
Chapter 6 Fortis must have got bored of my plodding that was slower than a snail, so he did what I hated most. Picking me up. He carried me to the bottom of the fence but didn't put me down.
The next morning I woke up well slept and refreshed to find a turtledove sat next to my pack with a letter attached to it's left leg I walked towards it slowly and picked it up gently as not hurt it...
I knew Hetro just wouldn't let that happen. Certainly not without a fight. "Chief we only came out for food, otherwise we'd starve.
Here we go. The next chapter. Check out @JazzCav 's side too. The fox leapt onto me an started to tear away at my skin and clothing. To think a fox could be so vicious. Then the fox is lifted off me.
I was awoken the next morning after a good night's sleep by my félix, Buttons. He was a large wildcat, rescued from certain death in one of my very first missions.
I recognised that voice. "Kieran. I'm here!" I cried. "Thank the heavens. I thought you were hurt." said the mane of red hair coming over the ridge.
Yes, a minor wyrm. You know, medium sized scaly reptile with an appetite for anything remotely to do with civilisation. No. You need to get out more.