Every Dog Is Having His Day, Mr Swift.
They were everywhere, once. Ten steps of your front legs were enough to run into another one of their kind.
Some were good, but most were not. They were mysterious creatures, who seemed to move a lot, and without cause too. When we ate and slept, they ate and ran. They were unnatural, most...
Some were good, but most were not. They were mysterious creatures, who seemed to move a lot, and without cause too. When we ate and slept, they ate and ran. They were unnatural, most...