If at first you don’t succeed, try. try. try. try. try. try again, Gojee S.
(continued from page 12) as my eyes quickly swept the room, desperately searching for a means of escape. Again and again I called for help, but I was cut off — trapped with an unholy monster bent on my destruction. Every second counted now; the incessant lunging of the beast left me no time to think. It would take only one errant step, one moment’s hesitation, to seal my fate forever…
Deer: Giant ears, stubby tail, sprawled “Bambi on ice” pose.
Dog: Paws instead of hooves, indoor location, use of “Pups” tag.
Photo of: Sir Oi Pupperton III (Min Pin) by Taylor S., submitted by Matthew S.
Wondahful weathah weah having for this time of yah don’t you think so, Phillip?
Oh indubitably, Herbert.
There’s to be a wedding apparently you know.
Yes, it’s all everyone’s raving on about.
Riveting isn’t it?
Wake us up when it’s over, Amy.
Wait, I was about to ask you the same question!
Jayden A. solves the mystery: “Miagi thought our dog Isabella was her mommy!”
I used to chew pine. Now I always chew spruce twig. So fresh it’s like chewing your car’s little Christmas tree air freshener. Trust me.
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