Designated driver Sharing the Fun...
Eddie the big gray norwegian rat pointed out grinning, obviously enjoying the squirrels reaction. "so what if they wake up?" tony the squirrel asked, his voice quivering slightly. "so what if they do..." bjorn smirked.
All quiet in the woods
«, he cursed in norwegian to the huge number of different plants that surrounded him. but suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his free forearm. »ouch! what the hell...«, he spitted out and tried to figure out what that was.
Overthrow
It was due to her getting the job as pm, the first anthro in norwegian history, that the lrl decided the time was ripe for revolt. "move it!" the rodent behind her, also dressed in military attire, pushed her forward.
Addiction - Chapter Nine: Polaroids
"norwegian erotica 1999? where'd you get this? it's not even 1999." "same as the magazines," he said, "nate mainly." "when do you ever find the time to watch these?" "i don't. at least i haven't in a while.
Chapter 1: The Stucky Situation
For a small norwegian red fox, exploring lands like this were something, which were strictly forbidden by laws. however, the words from my fellow foxes won the battle between my curiosity and my doubts.
The Ticking End
The norwegian phrase said in agent rachel daniels' deep southern accent was just enough to draw a chuckle from her fellow agent. she stepped aside to let john enter, her own amusement showing by nothing more then an unusually large smile.
And The Night Was Young
He rubbed his chin and i tilted a polite paw over my opposite knee to make sure that the wolf would no catch my body's approval of the statement that the norwegian cat was almost more than hunky...he was cute as hell, his butt was suitable for underwear modelling
A Man After Midnight
"yeah, haakon...umm, he's norwegian, an exchange student lynx, that's him. well, he had ordered that and other traditional scandinavian goodies online for our nordic night, "the wolf replied, his tail flicking as he related the story.
When In Rome
"it's either that norwegian gunman or now that...what's she called again...uhm..." mom walked through the door from the kitchen into the living room, carrying the old flowered tray which now held a bunch of soda cans.
Revolving Doors
Blushing never felt so nice in public, and knowing that while i was supposed to be serving the indecisive rat and give him some good and sound advice, at the same time my co-worker and his norwegian admirer were looking at some...well...possibly enlarged artsy
At The Lefties
He chuckled, "he had a...he also had that foreign friend who brought a norwegian copy of one of my books, wasn't that him?" "that's haakon," i spoke automatically, being sufficiently haunted by the lynx boy's memory myself.
Love That Daren’t Speak
Oh damn, judging by that photograph, mason was a real connoisseur of norwegian cuisine.