Squirrels Are Friends, Not Food

N/A · 07-22-2014, 11:51 AM

This rodent was a bit annoying and Winter would prefer to eat the thing than listen to it ramble about how his name was Sven. The rodent's claim of Misha belonging to him was a little overboard. If it is to stay, the two of them were going to have to have an understanding. Let's get a couple of things straight, Sven. The lady is my mate, understood? Winter's words were mocking the words the rodent spat out at him. Understood? . . .

Winter looked into his love's eyes with wonder painting his face - eyebrows raised and lips curled downwards in disapproval. The rat would go if it were his choice, but if Misha just had to have the thing tag along, he would tolerate as long as he could. Them , the squirrel would become a snack. Misha. . . if you want the thing to stay, I suppose it could for a little while. But it seems to me as if you are his new companion. It's kind of bossy. Winter turned and gave the squirrel a hard look. The two of them probably would not get along. The rat seemed to be rather dominant.

Thoughts of the squirrel exited his mind as he remembered the possibility of Misha becoming pregnant after their encounter. A worried look now overcame his face. Forehead scrunched into wrinkles and eyebrows slightly raised. How. . . How are you feeling, Misha? Winter then glanced at the squirrel again - making a rude gesture by sticking his tongue out at the fella.

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