p hound

Douple Day


Wilson had promised to track down ‘Wigfrid’ the next day. It hadn’t been difficult. She’d left quite a clear trail. Despite himself he’d enjoyed the stew she’d given him. He needed to return the bowl.

As he approached the camp he caught sight of a vast tooth trap field. Someone had gone over the top. That was for sure. Allowing himself a small chuckle he switched to walking on two legs, figuring that all fours wouldn’t give the best impression.



I mean, if the two of us vote against P-Hound and you and P-Hound vote against you, then it’s two against two, right?
Wow, you think- You think that he’d vote against me? I mean-
Okay, new plan.