by Simbaholikov » May 12th, 2011, 1:14 pm
Vasya was sitting on a rock, enjoying the warm air of the morning on his face and wondering where his brother, Zach, was. His ears perk up, thinking he heard a noise in the grass behind him.
"That must be him now..."
He lowers himself into a lying position and begins to groom himself and waits for Zach to pop out of the grass.