The new foster's first nite...
Can't. relax. Note to self: only one large javakula per trip into town from now on...
It's late and Cerberus is restless. After all, when he was guarding the gates of Hades, night was always his busiest time.
"Hey, lil Dude, what do you think you're doing?"
"Get the brush, Mom! It feels like there's some goobers in my hair!"
"Aw, Mom! I know he's a guest, but do I have to share my bed with this weirdo?"
"We are--each of us--dying; it's how we live in the meantime that makes the difference."
"It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived!"
"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle."
Last edited by hazelrunpack; October 19th, 2008 at 12:53 AM.