The Winged Woofer (Transformania story)
However, on the next memory game, you quickly prove that, even for a grunt, you're a sharper crayon-eater than the girls and smirk as you let them lose by a narrow margin for fun. jenny's nails extend into shiny black claws.
Cool For Cats
All there seemed to be was his name and address, barely legible in yellow crayon, on one side. it even had a five-cent stamp doodled in the corner. a quick shake of the box offered no clues, not even a rattle of contents.
Children At Work
He couldn't find any pens or notepads, but did find some crayons and a coloring book as he looked around the giant game board. he quickly wrote a message on it. 'cookie break. be back whenever. -jimmy' "now we can go." jimmy smiled.
Delivering More Than Expected
Donovan shouted, the husky like an excited toddler with his first set of crayons as he raised up for a fiver. "that's what i'm talking about! fuck bitches, get money, am i right!?" "god damn right, dude."
Pretty in Pink
She thrust a sheet of paper towards the camera; a picture, lovingly rendered in crayon, of two taller stick figures holding hands with a third, shorter one, standing in a green field splashed with flowers, a bright sun overhead.
Human by Day
Only, he had the number "47" written in crayon on the back of his neckfur. _sake_ put down his wineglass, stretched out his paw and wiggled it in front of _scarry_; "slap me some fur, bro!"
Beautiful Twilight: Bible Break Down II
And while matt wasn't the brightest crayon there was, he could still sniff out trouble from miles away- like the mouse who was wandering around the outside of the club.
Ascending in Reverse (book7, Chapter3)
His eyes lowered and came to rest on a blue crayon on the hallway floor. he knelt down and picked it up. "i'll explain everything when you get here." an explosion startled him.
All Work and No Play - Part Two
He looked to the crayon drawing, which showed gary as he would look if he was green with purple horns, thin stick arms with three fingers, beady half-dot, half-dash eyes and a lopsided smile that took up half his head.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seventy Seven
"not that you _could_ dispute it, when you're dressed like a pirate mated with a box of crayons." "ah hah!" asterbury jabbed a finger in the air. "so you _do_know what crayons are!" "i'll admit, it's still an improvement over what you used to wear."
Streams (Chapter 2)
They passed a bulletin board with a number of crayon drawings tacked up onto it: "a leukemia germ," "get well marky," and untitled illustrations of home, hospital beds, and children in casts.
Coyote Comforting
I look up at him and he's looking down expecting me to pick up a crayon and fill in a few states. he doesn't say anything, but this expression his pleading. i humour him and i grab a green crayon from ashton's side.