The mossy ground was soft under my paws, the ferns moist against my patchy unloved fur. The clouds turned dark and a heavy drop landed in the back of my neck I scrambled around the undergrowth looking for shelter. I find a hollow tree and dive for coverage. " Funny that," I mutter to myself " from perfect to disaster in 5 seconds."
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MIDNIGHT MOON (completed)
AdventureFrom fame and pampering to scrawny and unloved. THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO MY FRIEND KARIS
