Post by Mutt on Feb 25, 2006 6:52:10 GMT -5
a piebald husky trotted to the mountain. 'e looked around. 'is head was held high and 'e walked with an open step. 'is ears were perked, trying to catch the sound of a femme. 'is nostrils were flared, for scent of a femme. 'is eyes were wide, for 'e did not want to miss the sight of 'er either. 'is kissers opened wide to the moon, 'is nobility shining through. but 'is down side never showed. 'e was against the world, as it faught 'im. 'e was a rebel.