Wylde Fyre - Chapter Eleven
He'd also shown a big enthusiasm for using light and medium machine-guns with thistles' taciturn yet enthusiastic instruction.
Jahaliya: A Revelation in Song
We can play pawsies under the table, over mugs of lavender ale and grilled thistles." "fried thistles, probably." "i could use the grease. let's go!"
The (Yiffy) Night Before Christmas
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. but i heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight, "happy christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Clown Mare 3-1
She then squirted the toothpaste onto the thistle of the toothbrush when it made that squished sound.
Flora: Work Date
Jasmby made a move and toyle flinched, but instead of punching him, the thistle tiger presented the broken remnants of the camera he had used to take pictures of them. "so...i trust both of you understand why i'm here.
Commission: Dressed for War Part 1
Said the thistle tiger with narrowed eyes. toyle yawned, "gee, i don't know about that. listen, anyone care to step up and back me up here? that dress is better served in a salad, right?"
Jimmy's Sweetheart
He didn't feel a thing as he walked through thistle and blackberry and as he surmounted the top of the hill, ten hooves clamored over a patch of gravel.
No CGI (female) 8
Spiky weeds and thistles scratched her flanks and muzzle. thorns tried to break her scales, but her skin was tougher than that. this is where her body was designed to live. being in her element made her feel alive.
Not Even the Lightning Bugs
"thistles are the worst. even when you're wearing gloves," field went, trailing. the honey-tan mouse worked at an apple orchard/farm market a mile from their rural home. another pause.
The White Tiger
I sighed as the familiar smell of thistles and clover blossoms wafted past my broad, tigerish nostrils. i gave a satisfied snort and picked up the pace, almost out of the cold.
The Doubtless Soldier
I took out the scotch thistle the maiden had given me and looked down at it in my hand, it tingled a little, then as i watched, it seemed to melt onto my fingers, the colour flowing up my fur and, having reached my shoulder, re-worked itself back into
The Furry Dead Chapter XVI - Sparks
thistle didn't want to sleep. he wanted to get up and kiss her, hold her paws, hug her close and swear to protect her from what was coming.