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Have You Been Playing In Toxic Waste Lately?

As A Maternal Figure, I Always Try To Keep The Flock Safe, Of Course. But I Admit, It Did My Heart Proud To See The Instant Blood-lust Pop Into Gazzy’s Blue Eyes And To See Little Angel Automatically Tense Up And Get Into Fighting Stance, Ready To Rip Someone’s Head Off. They Were Just So — So Dang Adorable, Sometimes.

I Blame Jeb For Letting You Be Such A Smart Aleck.” I Stared At Her. “i Blame You For Altering My Dna! I Mean, I Have Wings, Lady! What Were You Thinking?

Basically, I Have Two Speeds.... Hostile Or Smart-aleck. Your Choice.

A Lot Of Times You Get People Writing Wonderful Sentences And Paragraphs, And They Fall In Love With Their Prose Style, But The Stories Really Aren't That Terrific.