Истории Beantoes

My cat Bean rubs up against my leg while I play my cello. I pet him, he purrs and jumps up on my leg. He is old, 11 to be exact. He is very healthy though and I'm not worried that he will die, for some reason I feel that he is special. Like a light in a void as dark as the sky at night that is covered by clouds.

A story about a chicken who falls in love with the coolest chicken ever named chad