A Fire-Forged Friendship

For the second night in a row, Shark was woken up by sounds coming from downstairs. But luckily, Polly and Cressida were sleeping that night, and Marc was out of the house looking for Harwood. Even so, Shark walked as quietly as he could to where the sounds were coming from. "Please, please be wearing … Continue reading A Fire-Forged Friendship


Dog Day Not Actually Afternoon

"What are you doing now, old man?" "I smell hyumin. What I am doing is trying to find out what hyumin it belongs to." Scotchka rolled her eyes, or whatever was the dog equivalent of doing so, as Harwoof eyed the bed in front of them. "We're in the baby's room, you decrepit old yutz! … Continue reading Dog Day Not Actually Afternoon