My Gym Partner's Bro, Cum-Laude (Part 1)
"been the real deal through thick and thin, man, stuck on me since barney and tricycles. more ways'n i can list... might as well be half o' me." "the better half, i'm guessin'..."
Lean Machine
"probably doesn't even know how to ride a tricycle, let alone a hog." "all he's gotta be able to do is ride my face," latchkey sneered. "bet you can do that, huh, kid?" desmond hushed them both and wiped their cumulative pre off on deadbeat's chest.
Satina Gets Under Dave's Skin
Clothes strewn about on the floor of dave's bedroom, a few family-related mementos here and there (such as a wall-mounted, frame-encased photograph of what appeared to be a clearly-much-happier-with-life "little kid" version of dave gallantly posing on a tricycle
Untitled
She walked over to the car, watching noah play with his tricycle. "hey there, asher! what brings you all the way out here?" she asked as he steps out of his car. they embraced for a moment and then began to walk back over to the porch so as to watch noah.
Bait & Bash
The wingstrap was to keep his wings from being pulled open by the wind as he rode, as the drag that could cause could pull riders right off of their motorcycles, so by law, winged figures were required to wear one when riding motorcycles, atv's or motor tricycles
Revenge of the Furries
I still have a pic of myself -- i'd guess no more than two or three -- sitting on this little tricycle, wearing this silly blue and white sailor outfit. (i mean really: we're in the middle of a desert.)
Level Five, Graduation!: A Pink and Blue Diaperfur Adventure, Part 4 (Finale)
And we have a tricycle for him like you said, rian. since he can't ride a bicycle yet. no training wheels before training pants-" the camera wavered unsteadily. "kit raccoon!" byron snapped. "hold that steady if you want a ride to the toy store later!"
Shifter, Chapter 4: School
In one yard, there was a metal tricycle, looking almost as new as the day it had been purchased; in another, there was a ragged trio of stuffed animals that the drones couldn't preserve, their frayed, dirt-caked fur just barely recognizable.
The Days After
"remember when i taught you to ride a tricycle?" her father asked, stepping closer and reaching out with his good arm to rub under her chin. she felt a little calmer from his touch, and hummed quietly.
The Coach
There was a tricycle that he couldn't even remember every playing with as well as an old washing machine. the path to the front door was completely hidden by the labyrinth of rust and junk. to his dismay, his dad's mismatched sedan sat in the driveway.