Author's note- This is about creatures from a newly discovered universe
Snow falling against
my rough dry skin. Watching my friends build my snow fort. Feeling it against
my silky tail. Then again, maybe it was my wings. But really the best part of
the Snuic time of the year is the gug. Ah Gug, raw, leathery, goodness. But
sadly, my overs don’t like me going with my friends. Mostly because of the
Uggers they own. But then again it could be because they have no overs. But I
doubt that. “Hey, hey Rugger” I tried to shout. “Hmm….” I thought out loud. “Maybe
I can get to him some other way” I said to myself. Then I found it, a melk. “YES”! I shouted way to loud.
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