Ben yanked Hi sideways as spikes snapped from the wall…Once again, only Ben’s reflexes had saved him. Please stop doing that! Ben barked. Please keep doing that! Hi warbled.
I can't believe you jokers fixed it." Hi was picking his way down to the beach. "Believe it, clown. Too much brain power here to fail." Still pumped, Shelton threw another palm Ben's way. "Oh, I'm sure." Hi streched, yawned. "It was something highly technical, I suppose? Something requiring mechanical ability? Nothing as simple as tightening a wire or flippin a switch, right?" Ben reddened. Shelton developed an intrest in his sneakers. Score one for Hi.
Ahh! Lady Pillows. So much fluffier than mine. He took a giant whiff. Why does everything girlie smell so delightful? Because we acknowledge the importance of basic hygiene. And periodically clean our bathrooms. Brilliant. I should write that down. After all, it takes a village.
Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. "Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!" "Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.