Blown Away

As he took another bite of his food and revealed in the uniqueness of its taste she would find her own words in answer to his. ?Esperanza ? he would offer back ?Is quite a mouthful. would you Accept Pera?? he would venture, and take yet another bite, intent on devouring this tasty morsel. She would go into a bow and offer to play after food was finished. ?Its jokes I prefer to playing ? he would laugh, envisioning a mother telling them it was ok to go on with playtime once dinner was eaten.


Despite his words he would dig in once more to his food, tearing it apart cleanly and taking care to avoid the small bones. It wouldn't take him long to clean out the kill and be left with skin and bones. He would set to digging now upon the ground before him before shovelling in his remains and throwing the dirt back over with a few powerful kicks. He would shake out his coat and his steps would be a prance. ?What do you consider as playing, anyway?? He would laugh, to good-natured to miss the chance of playing.