"Probably you're wanting real hot dogs, with meat and salt and fat." he says and then she's there. There, striding across the lawn towards the house. The grill. The three of them.
Mother Nature, back again. She does not look pleased.
Pitch shoots up as if the battle has already begun. Their lives depend on him, don't they? His scythe is already in his hands, his face is a snarl. He can't find the words.
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Date: 2016-12-03 08:23 am (UTC)Mother Nature, back again. She does not look pleased.
Pitch shoots up as if the battle has already begun. Their lives depend on him, don't they? His scythe is already in his hands, his face is a snarl. He can't find the words.