Sing The Songs of Spring With Me! [Valhallan Spring Festival Opening]

With a lazy sway in his back and a slow stride that suggested at any moment he might flop down and make himself unabashedly comfortable, Jupiter perused the fairgrounds. From one side of his mouth hung a tiny skunk tail that twitched like a cat's. From the other side protruded a paw and a nose. The little beast - Tulip or Azalea or Dandelion; some flower name; he couldn't remember which - had insisted on going with him and since Lefty was an awfully negligent mom no one had saved him from the task by insisting she stay at home. So here he was; proud guardian of a chatty baby skunk who at this very second he suspected of farting in his mouth. "Wah wa tha?" A small 'teehee' from under his lip all but confirmed his suspicions.

He spit her out and sent her rolling. With an annoyed toss of his head, he grumbled "Aw come on!" Jupiter wiped the back of his paw across his tongue before spitting the words, "You nasty! Nasty, you hear me? Bad skunk!" Maybe his grandpa had been right and these little monsters were on par with coyotes. He waved a paw at Tulip, shooing her away. "Go on, before I decide to toss you under the wheels of one of these carts. Shoo!"