Pictures mid-flight!
It's so darn hot out, even the trees are feeling it. I'm sweating buckets. And, as Ig pointed out, HEAT RISES. It's even hotter UP here.
Need to get back to Anne's before she starts wondering where I went...blah blah.
-Fang.
Eh. I may not be a fan of Anne and her overbearing mom-like ways, but I am a fan of her house.
5 bathrooms. 7 bedrooms. ...And a partridge in a pear tree. (Not really. But I'm sure she has pears in this place somewhere.)
Beautiful scenery, fresh air, animals (say hello to Sugar, the horse) - this place has it all.
So, paradise or prison?
I'll find out soon enough, I guess.
-Max
Washington Monument action.
I wonder if there's food on that patio?
...More to come. Gotta figure out with Ig how to take pics and fly at the same time.
-Fang.
Either Holly Brook owns a farm on the outskirts of Virginia (random alert!), or this is the Voice messing with my head.
Place your bets now!
-Max
Hey.
Sorry if I freaked anyone out with my little flying incident. It was just a small gash, anyway. I recover quickly. Those dumb winged-refrigerator variety Erasers may not be able to fly well, but they still have razor-sharp claws and fangs.
You think with a name like FANG, I would, you know, have some of my own. Sadly, I do not. But, I bet they're hard to floss. The way that dude's breath reaked, I doubt he does any regular dental hygiene practices.
It thought I could have just shaken it off (...or flown it off? How does that work?), but I still need to work on recognizing my own limitations.
Pride is a hard thing to swallow.
-Fang.
How do I get rid of this dumb CHIP?!
My face is beet red...it feels like it's AFLAME.
If there were a 'fridge I could stick my head into right now, I WOULD!
Why is this happening to me?
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