Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20160407010341/@comment-33008190-20160407013026

After the journey, he got lost. He didn't know where, how, why, or when, but all he knew was he was in the middle of some old, grassy, dusty clearing that WAS REALLY REALLY GROSS. EW.

He meandered about, going slightly mad. He could never find his way back, but somehow he survived well in the wild. And he made best friends with a chunkso little squirrel named Puff.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN YOU FAT ROLLYPOLLY." Winterpaw yells up into the sky, at the supposed squirrel as he circles the clearing looking for prey. "You know, yourself so useless. Why haven't I eaten you yet. Humph."

Then he heard a rustle, and whipped around to look.

It was a snake.

Snakes scared Winterpaw out of his flipping-mousin-giant-huge-explosive-yelling mind.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH STAY AWAY YOU SORCERY BEAST. AAAAAAHHHH" he screamed and yowled and flung himself face first into a tree, unaware if he had yelled, "TAKE ME!" Dramatically, before he crashed into it.

The snake just gave no notice, slithering across the clearing in its disgusting slithery gross ugly fat body.

"EW EW EW EW EW EW EW GET AWAY YOU ARE SO. GROSS. GAHHHHHH I HATE EVERYTHING. AND STOP IGNORING ME YOU TROLL."

He continued to yowl and scream until his voice was raspy, and he climbed higher into the tree. He found a little nook, which seemed safe from round squirrels and WANKY snakes.

He slept there, instantly going into drowsiness, and his roughness and uneasiness from the wild rested along with him.