Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 6:04:25 GMT
The woods were solemn in the dawn of the morning. Everything seemed to be varying shades of gray, nothing quite substantial enough to touch, yet solid enough that you felt you may run into what was only a ray of the rising sun.
Pongo walked down the well worn path, he had taken it many times, at least two or three times a week, depending on the mail.
As he walked, the trees thinned revealing a clearing that would be perfect for bringing the puppies... or the children, rather, to play. Pongo shook his head. He didn't know why he thought of the kids as puppies. Maybe it was because they were all so wonderful to be around, and he couldn't help but be happy when he was with them. Though being with just Perry and the kids most of the time was wonderful, he felt he needed something more, a guy friend. Someone he could talk to about... well guy stuff.
Deciding to stop and take a break, Pongo set his mail bag down. He spread out on the grass, lacing his fingers behind his head as he stared up at the blue sky, mottled with clouds.
ATWELL LIONEL EASTER
Pongo walked down the well worn path, he had taken it many times, at least two or three times a week, depending on the mail.
As he walked, the trees thinned revealing a clearing that would be perfect for bringing the puppies... or the children, rather, to play. Pongo shook his head. He didn't know why he thought of the kids as puppies. Maybe it was because they were all so wonderful to be around, and he couldn't help but be happy when he was with them. Though being with just Perry and the kids most of the time was wonderful, he felt he needed something more, a guy friend. Someone he could talk to about... well guy stuff.
Deciding to stop and take a break, Pongo set his mail bag down. He spread out on the grass, lacing his fingers behind his head as he stared up at the blue sky, mottled with clouds.
ATWELL LIONEL EASTER
