The Stick

N/A · 09-23-2015, 02:53 PM

The wash huh? The male would chuckle softly. His daughter was a natural goofball, but that was alright. She would walk on with her little butt wiggling back and forth. Cypress would walk up beside her, lowering his head to give her little ear a lick. “The wash it is, my dearest little Juniper.” He’d whisper to her, starting towards that direction. “You know, there used to be water at the wash once upon a time, but there’s not anymore.” He’d chuckle softly. “Any guesses as to why that is, my little one?”

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