It Smelled Pretty Rank, But I Was

And I Have Two Eyes. I’ve Seen That Little Melodrama Play Out Between You And That Other Tracker. Fish? Flounder? What’s His Name?

I Haven’t Prepared My Speech Yet,” I Sighed And Tove Stood Up. “what Should I Say About Him?” “well, If You Plan To Say Anything Nice, You’re Going To Have To Lie,” Tove Muttered As He Walked Over To His Closet.

You Knew That She Wanted Me To Marry Somebody Else,and You Never Told Me?" He Appeared Confused By My Reaction. "it Wasn't My Place." "maybe It Wasn't Your Place As A Tracker, But As The Guy Making Out With Me In This Bed, Yeah,i Think It Was Your Place To Tell Me That I'm Supposed To Marry Someone Else.

I Don't Really Like Fairies.

My Mom Has A Tape From When I Was, Like, 2 Years Old, Talking With My Grandma, Telling Her A Story That's Really Elaborate About Werewolves And Wolves.