don't eat the yellow snow

She gave a long-suffering exhale, but accepted the shoulder-up the boy offered, grumbling as she got to her feet and looking for all the world like a pouty little cub. Still, she couldn't help but smile when he cheered gleefully. With that, her thoughts turned to her impending punishment. She shuddered at the though of rolling around in that muck, and carrying that scent with her. But, she played hard, and would face the consequences with pride, with dignity --

And Mortis, the sweet boy he was, was offering her a way out, in the way of exchanging ghost stories. Oh, she liked that idea. She brightened at the suggestion, tail swinging easily as she turned to the winner, the Champion Mud Monster with a smile. "I think that sounds like a fine idea, Mort."

And no one would be rolling in a cowpie that night.

--exit--