Sarscarb
Trees all around, sunlight streaming thoruogh the leaves. My dog, a beautiful redish brown thing with long legs, runs back and forth between me and my father. This is the only thing we can agree on.
He looked down, into the pinkness of her mouth. Her tounge was limp and slightly dry, as she had been knocked out for hours now. He was ready, all the tools clean and sharp. Her teeth were perfect, just ready to be his for the taking.